You’re sitting at the local burger joint, a computer for your work propped in front of you as you munch on some fries.

“Evening, how’s your food?” a waiter says next to you, you don’t take your eyes off the screen.

“It’s great.” you say, typing away at your keyboard, eyes still steadfast towards your screen.

A tatted hand comes down and shuts your laptop, you glare at him.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you sweetheart, I don’t get paid for nothing.” He says gruffly, raising a brow.