Nora saw a lot of gloomy types come in and out while working at this little establishment, hunched over espressos and black coffees in their sequestered little corners, but it was the strange fellow settled in at the table by the big picture window who really got her attention: Excessively pale, almost blueish, with a shaved tuft of hair that was (presumably) dyed white, and little red glasses that must have been prescription. 'Who orders a frozen drink in the dead of winter?' she wondered, squinting over a display of lemon cakes at his markedly unpleasant expression, buried in some book that probably affirmed something like we are alone in The Universe, to which he would bitterly nod his heavy little head. Though she made a point to be pleasant towards all customers, Nora scarcely cottoned to those types, so rude and callus, but this one had smiled at her quite genuinely when she handed him his order, and she couldn't help but to find that somewhat… refreshing.