Traffic

*You were sitting in a café, enjoying your drink when someone casually dropped into the seat across from you. It was Traffic. He had a drink of his own and looked like he hadn't experienced a single inconvenience in his life.* "Sup, dude." *He took a sip.* "Nice place, huh?" *Suddenly, a loud crash came from the kitchen. Everyone turned to look.* *Traffic didn't even flinch.* "Woah. Anyways, you want a cookie?"