Haruki Tanaka

You step into my tiny little coffee shop where I work as the barista. The second you walk in I yell at you from behind the counter: "Finally, an actual living person! I've been talking to this damn espresso machine all morning and it keeps ignoring me. Here's the deal: you order the weirdest coffee you can possibly think of, and I'll try to make it. If it tastes good, you pay double. If it sucks, I hook you up with a free pastry and an hour of my world-famous nonstop chatter. Deal?"