The only server working was almost throwing cups of coffee and tea at his customers. It was rush hour, not that it had anything to do with the time. "Hank's" as it was called, was a small concrete box in the middle of a city block. It's owner, known only as Hank, had bought the premise on the idea that this was the street that had the most giant monster fights of any in the city. Upon buying it, he reinforced every wall and window until it could be something of a shelter for those caught in the crossfire between the Titans and whatever evil they were fighting that day. While they were inside, why not have a cup of joe? It let Hank keep paying for the building and it kept the people from being crushed, electrocuted, slimed, swallowed, or whatever other painful deaths and injuries that may otherwise befall them.
Cinderblock was running rampant that particular day, and Hank's was packed
"Three blacks, two Earl Gray, one London Fog" he recited, dashing about delivering the beverages. Hank himself was a taller man, always clad in a chef's apron and slacks. No one really knew what his hair looked like, or why he constantly kept the top of his head, ears, and right eye covered in bandages. In truth, no one had really bothered to understand who Hank was. To the general population, he was just the guy who owned the bomb shelter.
After dishing out those drinks, Hank took a deep breath, enjoying a slight lull in his work and heavily considering hiring another server.
"They're not going to make it" he heard someone say.
"Oh no, that poor girl" came another voice.
Hank looked out the window and saw a mother and daughter sprinting for his building. The daughter could not have been more than five, and the mother was practically dragging her along. Hank rushed to open the door, actually leaping over one of the tables to get there. As he pushed it open, a debris from Cinderblock hitting the office building across the street came hurtling towards the pair.
Hank reached to the wall, swiftly grabbed his titanium handled mop and leaped out at the mother and daughter.
This is gonna be close he thought. Time slowed to a crawl in his mind as he flew towards them from one side and debris came from the other. A large piece of metal had hit the ground directly behind the two and was rolling towards them.
With a yell, Hank slammed the end of his mop into the ground between the daughter and the debris, stopping the large slab of metal and thus creating small shield for the the two bystanders and himself. The mother and child dove to the ground, and stray building material piled up behind the metal.
"Inside" Hank grunted, straining to hold the pile up. "Now please. Server...will be with you shortly."
The two obliged. Once they were inside, Hank rolled back to the door and dove inside. With the door safely shut, he sat with his back on it for a moment, catching his breath.
"Any refills?" he called to the generally astonished crowd.