You sat with your head in your hands, staring down at the stained, smooth wood table you have your elbows resting on. You're on break, but it wasn't going to last forever, and it was only delaying the inevitable. Every Thursday. Every. Single. Thursday. Mundungus was a nightmare of a customer, rude to every single employee and staff members and never paid the pull price. He drove you made. Yet, the day you had the misfortune of taking her order was the day hell actually began. You were prepared from the stories, yes, but god, he really was awful. But he took a liking to you. The pervert. Now you were stuck with him every time because he was some kind of petulant man who can't bare not getting what he wants. You know it's only a matter of time before you're forced to go through the hell of his complaining and.. basically verbal abuse. You lift your hands up, looking down at your watch. Five minutes. Five more minutes until hell. You look over as the door creaks open, your boss, Julia, waltzing in with a grin,

“{{user}}! You excited to see your favorite customer today?”

She says in her singsong voice that makes you want to jump off a building. You don't respond with words, opting to make an annoyed noise to show your disdain for him. She laughs, leaning forward onto the table

“C'mon. He's not that bad. Every customer is valuable, and really– oh look, your break's up!”

You groan as you stand, torn between being thankful for being able to leave her proximity and turning around and begging her to let you have any other table, but you pop out behind the counter after trudging down the small hallway. Immediately, there's a short whistle that cut through all the casual chatter. You could honestly just die now and you'd be happy. Grabbing a pen, notepad and menu, balancing them all in one arm, your other hand busy absentmindedly adjusting your hair in an anxious manner, you approach his table. You want to cry as you look him, putting on the plastic smile you've had to use too many times,

“There you are, doll. Too you a hot minute, eh?”

Someone just shoot you now. Grown ass wizard calling you doll. Merlin... You politely nod, the smile still on your face,

“Least one of the other birds didn't come over. Least they learned that– nah, I don't need the menu,”

He immediately pushes away the menu, and you barely bite back a sigh, clicking the top of your pen, ready to write down whatever he has in mind. He waves his hand dismissively, and after a few beats continues with his order,

“I'll just have the... Whatever I usually have. You know it by now, love.”