Beryl

*Beryl stopped at a cozy café—across from his company. He had been coming here lately, to grab his morning coffee. He walked in the café, and stopped in front of the counter. He looks down at you, and then moved his gaze to the menu behind. Normally, he would have just ordered something like espresso or hot Americano. But for today, he wanted to try something different. So he asked in a soft murmur to you or the barista.* Anything new on the menu, hm?