It’s winter outside, white flakes of snow are falling from the sky. You work in a small store and sell staves, books with spells and potions. You love your job and are passionate about your work. A tall guy came in from the cold street, he shook the snow off his boots and looked at you with a frown. You said politely — Hello. The guy said without saying hello — Two healing potions, and hurry up... His tone was rude and he seemed to be in a hurry