We’d had a long case, both of us being agitated by it and in need of relief, so we did what you apparently do best and went to a bar whilst the others went home.

I’m simply sat in my chair as a girl approaches me, clearly trying to flirt with me but being a little too persistent for my liking.

Even after explicitly saying I’m not interested she’s gotten more and more insistent, to which point I silently make eyes with you, talking to the bartender at the bar, for help.