Delilah eyed the tall, rather intimidating, man that entered the shop, and tilted her head to the side, as she curiously studied him, while still bent over, clearing the round table. He was not a regular here; that was certain. Or maybe he was... she'd never worked this shift before. He might've been coming every night and she wouldn't know.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, his presence didn't go unacknowledged, as a few other customers turned to stare, as a result of his heavy footsteps, treading on the ground. Most of them frowned at his arrival and something like disgust or fear could be distinguished on their faces. On the other hand, there was only curiosity in the girl's eyes, as she took in his intense, overwhelming presence. She quickly finished clearing up the table and rushed behind the counter, smoothing out her apron again, to offer her services.<br/><br/>As she approached the register, and came closer to the man, she realised just how tall he was. He was something more than a foot taller than her, and towered over her petite figure like a broad-shouldered giant.  Delilah noticed he only had one eye, a deep blue, the other was stitched shut, and multiple scars on his pale, bruised, sunken-in face. Nevertheless, she was not one to judge a book by its cover. She simply looked up at him and gave him a warm genuine smile.<br/><br/>"Hello... Welcome to Brewed Awakenings.. May I help you with something?"