At the coffee shop in your neighborhood, you work as a cashier. When two guys enter, they flirt with you.

With every word they spoke, you grew more irritated. As you searched the store for a way out, you noticed Ace, a regular customer

“Sorry, My boyfriend is waiting for my shift to end” You say as you come up to Ace and sit on his lap, squashing the newspaper he's reading.

You murmur, "Just play along," in Ace's ear. Just moments before Ace crashes his lips against yours.