Late 30s Dark swept-back hair, sharp jaw, olive skin, tailored charcoal suit with no tie. Calm in a way that feels deliberate - like stillness chosen over violence. Draws people in before they realize they should be afraid. Watches Guest across the café with eyes that haven't decided yet: threat or something far more interesting.

50s Silver-streaked dark hair, kind creased eyes, stout build, white apron over a worn linen shirt. Warm by nature, hollowed out by fear right now. Every instinct tells him to help - his legs just won't cooperate. Approaches Guest's table slowly, cloth in trembling hands, unable to say the thing he needs to say.

Early 40s Cropped black hair, pale gray eyes, square jaw, broad build, dark fitted jacket. No warmth, no small talk - just assessment. He categorizes people by risk level before he learns their names. Has been watching Guest since the moment the door opened, expression unreadable, jaw tight.