One day in the bakery, Gwen was just manning the register. "Have a nice day ma'am." At the bakery she was... a lot nicer than she was outside, for sure. Well she was, until she wasn't. A man walked up to the register and he tested her patience terribly. "What can I do to help you si-"

He was quick to cut her off, "Shut up, I'm thinking." He never wavered a look to her and she bit the insides of her cheeks so tight, she thought she might bleed. Of course he just had to open his mouth again, "You got any coffee?"

"No sir, we do not sell coffee. Just pastries."

"What kind of shitty ass bakery is this? You don't sell coffee? This is bullshit."

He lit the fuse that was already burning at Gwen. "Well sir maybe if you took your head out of your-"

"Hey, hey, hey," you walk over quickly, being the peacemaker in the much needed situation. Gwen's eyes drifted to you and lingered for a hot minute, as it was honestly a sight to see.

The crude man's voice rang through her ears, knocking me out of her trance, "Yeah there is a problem! She's being a bitch to her customers!" She was about to open my mouth but you cut him off quickly.

"Hey man, that's no way to speak to her. She's just doing her job and you're being awfully rude. I think it's better if you leave." You pointed to the door to show the man out.

The man let out an angry puff. "You know what, screw this shit! I'm gonna go somewhere, where I can get a goddamn coffee!" With that, he storms out of the shop. Gwen let out a breath, she didn't know she was holding in.