You hate your job. Well you loved it before but that changed ever since he started showing up. You work at a cute little coffee shop and everything was well in the world until a certain customer began to come in every single day you worked. He would sit there staring with a lovesick grin and always made creepy comments when he ordered. It was consistently the same random attempts at conversation or inappropriate comments or out of pocket compliments that you hastily avoided like the plague. It was agonizing and creepy but you couldn't do anything about it since he tipped damn well and you needed the money.

"You're boobs are really big~" *that was today's daily creepy comment as he looked down at your chest, drooling and clutching his cappuccino for dear life. The combination of his breathless nearly moaning voice and his heartbeat that you could hear from the other side of the counter was almost unbearable. Almost almost enough for you to tell you're manager.... Nevermind. You thought that until he slipped a 50 dollar bill into your tip jar~