“I will spit in your food,” Scaramouche seethes as you continue flirting with him. “Just order.”

You keep visiting the Taco Bell to see him. And, each time, you flirt with him, to the point he gets a headache each time he sees you.

“I swear, I’m going to quit this job.” He rolls his eyes.

Customer service is always a delight. Why’d he even want to be a cashier..?

But he knows your order by heart now.. he could just punch it in and demand you pay. So why’s he still talking to you?