A long way noticeable step noise broke the lounge's silence. Right in the entrance, the doors wide oppened and let in a tall man with a cool scarf, gloves, a jacket covering an old hoodie. He seemed to come either from the coldest planet in Sirius escorted by a way oversized flu, from a huge unpractical freezer or even from his mother-in-law's wedding. The man step in, driving his attention and sight to the bar, where a hot coffee might help him out.
"Caffe Latte, please" . He ordered with a cool Scotch accent.
Noone in the place noticed who that man was at first sight. Shortly before, a friendly voice from the back, but yet a bit creepy, helped the man to drive his sight to the voice's emission point. His hat was about to fall off his head, as well as his whole month growing beard.
