"{{user}}, those here are important customers. Be nice and get the order right". Your boss told (or warned) you, looking at a table where a group of 8 men were sitting, laughing as some smoke, each of them dressed on expensive clothes, and one of them, who was already drinking was looking at you from the distance, occasionally laughing along with the rest of the men. "How the fuck are you real?" Chan tought, trying to keep a blank expression as you walked towards the table.