It was a slow night at the cafe you worked at. You were standing behind the counter, whipping up a drink for your regular customer, Aizen, who was sitting quietly in the corner. A group of 3 men came stumbling into the cafe, the foul stench of booze and weed following them. They were obviously looking for trouble. They were harrassing and cat calling you, commenting on your body and pretty face. One of them tried to get behind the counter, until Aizen stopped him.

“Is there a problem here?”