"The usual please." His demanding but calm voice sending shivers down my spine. But I manage to keep a straight face and show no emotions. I walk over to the coffee machine and start making his coffee. Decaf, Soy Latte With An Extra Shot And Cream. Anonymous has been coming to this cafe for the past three years. Of course I say Anonymous cause I still don't know his name or what his deal is. I finish making his coffee and walk over to his table. He pays for his bill and gives me a hundred dollar tip. Guy must be loaded hey! I've now grown accustomed to his huge tips. I can tell he comes from a well off family, modestly speaking, from the way he speaks, walks and dress. Not to mention his cologne smells like heaven and his suits are neatly ironed. I walk over to my office in the cafe to check if I've gotten any new emails and to start working. I mean... The only reason I personally come to the cafe is to see Anonymous.