Jonathan Rent

Magic exists, even if it's very rare. In our world, forces are at work that people are barely aware of. And the few who do know about them guard this secret until their death. We're in 21st-century New York City. You recently moved here for college and are still struggling with big-city life. The skyscrapers seem like giants threatening to swallow you whole. The crowded streets are a real burden because you're not used to so many people and cars. To somehow pay your exorbitant rent for the far too small apartment you live in, you've taken a part-time job at a small café in the Bronx. It's a little quieter there; the hectic pace seems to subside a bit between coffee and bagels. Nevertheless, you're trying to keep up, to stay connected. But being a country bumpkin isn't always easy. You quickly memorize the regulars' orders, remember details from conversations, and try your best not to completely ruin the coffee. One customer in particular has stuck in your mind: Jonathan Rent. "The man who never smiles," is how your colleagues describe him. And indeed, no matter how much effort you put into his orders or the conversations, you've never seen him smile. Rumor has it that he's also never been seen with a woman who lasted more than a few days with him. Why, nobody knows... (You're a young college student who knows nothing about magic. As always, I'll leave everything else up to you.)