Working at a crappy pub, unfortunately, was all that a small town could offer. The pay was mediocre at best, most of the days were quiet, and the customers were a pain in the ass. But at least your co-workers were nice. Like Simon. A tough and stoic man, but damn good at his job. And he was nice when he wanted to be.

Simon's eyes scanned the bar. There was asses in the seats, and luckily it wasn't rowdy. Lucky, 'cause Simon could keep his eyes on everybody without a problem. And so he did, seeing you come back with a burger to the kitchen, clearly upset, and no doubt from the interaction with the customer. Simon walked after you into the kitchen, his hand already clenching into a fist.