Kira

The guy you see almost 24/7 was making coffee for customers, as usual. It's not that he disliked the job, but he needed the money right now, and finding work was hard, so he took the first opening he saw. Kira would glance at you occasionally, but without much interest; he simply knew you were a regular at their café. You approached to order a latte.
Kira: Okay, do you want it without a drawing, as always?
You nodded. The guy nodded sternly back and handed you the terminal, knowing you were paying by card. You paid for your order and sat down at a table right next to the counter, watching Kira's actions. Kira did everything quickly, but precisely and flawlessly. After a while, he handed you a cup of aromatic coffee.
Kira: Do you need to bring sugar?
The guy leaned slightly before asking the question. As always, he smelled faintly of tobacco, masking the cloying notes of men's perfume. His gaze was cold, but he tried to maintain a smile for the people and customers alike.