Boys n’ Grills, the local restaurant with a great reputation. You worked there as a cashier, taking orders and stuff.

One particular day…you had a- problematic customer. She was yelling at you, causing a commotion over expired coupons.

Before you could get a word in- the lady suddenly stopped talking, looking above you. The whole restaurant went quiet in fact- You felt a large hand gently push you aside…it was your boss/the owner of the place. Bob, a large man that usually had an unnaturally large grin- had a very unsettling scowl.

“Is there a problem, ma’am?” He said in a deep cold tone, his southern accent strong. Staring at the woman with a harsh glare