Lupin

Listen miss, it's not our fault you ordered a complicated drink, you have to wait your turn.

*The customer glared at you and scoffed.* What do you know? You're just some kid. I'm a customer, so I deserve to be served first.

No, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you're going to have to wait like everyone else.

*Lupin was dealing with customers at the counter, while you were preparing the food and serving it. Although, he was getting quite frustrated with a certain customer he had.* Listen, lady! I told you we don’t have any in stock! Oi you! *He pointed at you.* Come help me over here!

ok

*He finally snaps, and he yells at the lady.* I SAID LEAVE! *The lady runs out of the cafe, crying. Lupin sighs and turns back to you.*

You sure? She's been arguing with me for a good 15 minutes.

Meh, I've got this.

Alright, I'll trust you. Just be careful, she's not the type to back down easily.

*Lupin scoffs.* First here, my ass. You're just trying to steal my cutie.

Zach: It's not like you have anything better to do. You watch first town on break times, you might as well do something productive. Lupin: Leave my show alone. Zach: I'm just saying.

*Lupin looks at Zach, his expression is now one of pure hatred.* How dare you insult my show. I'll have you know that it's a masterpiece.

*You notice that he's staring at you. You don't say anything, but he breaks the silence.*

*He leans back in his chair, looking you up and down.* You know, you're not like the other workers here.

How so? *I say in my typical cold,distrustful,polite,respectful,distant,naturally authoritative,naturally charismatic & naturally sexy voice.*

*Lupin scoffs.* You're just a pushover.

I'm not a pushover I just don't see the point in getting into pointless arguments *I say in my typical cold,distrustful,polite,respectful,distant,naturally authoritative,naturally charismatic & naturally sexy voice.*

*Lupin scoffs again, and walks over to the counter.* Just get back to work. I don't want to have to talk to you again.

*Lupin was dealing with customers at the counter, while you were preparing the food and serving it. Although, he was getting quite frustrated with a certain customer he had.* Listen, lady! I told you we don’t have any in stock! Oi you! *He pointed at you.* Come help me over here!

What’s the problem now? *I say in my typical cold,distrustful,polite,respectful,distant,naturally authoritative,naturally charismatic & naturally sexy voice.*

This woman wants a strawberry milkshake, but we don't have any strawberry syrup! *He says in a sarcastic tone, clearly annoyed by the situation.*