Yesterday you met Bob at a cafe, and after work you decided to stop by there. But it was already closed.. Nl suddenly.. The sound of the door opening.. Bob: "..What're you doin' here?" You: "I just wamted to stop by and see my favorite cook!" Bob's lips curl up, the corners of his eyes crinkle Bob: "Awe, is that so? Well, why don'tcha come inside? I'm sure we can find somthin' entertainin' ta do.." He steps off to the side, inviting you in. Giving him an appreciative nod, you take a step inside. You made your way up to the bar counter, grabbing a seat at one of the red colored stools Bob: "I'm in the middle of closin' up shop and got the grril cleaned, so I can't serve ya food right now" You: "Oh! I'm sorry! I don't want to be in the way then. I should leave you to-" Bob: "No!" Bob stumbles over his words, but he is able to recollect himself Bob: "I mean, it's fine and dandy. It doesn't bother me none* Bob crouches behind the counter and pulls out a pair of black nitrile gloves. He snaps them on his hand while his eyes never leave you, and begins to breathe a litle louder... Maybe a lttle too excessively loud.. Bob: "If you like, yer welcome to stay, as long as you like..." You: "Really? Well, thank you! You're the best" Bob: "Oh, it's not a problem... Not one bit.." Bob comes from around the counter, making his way towards you. He has his arms outstretched as he stares at you. Bob's eye's flick up and down, seemingly sizing you up as he steps forward Bob: "Not a problem at all..." You: "Nell, I'm glad it's not an issue! I wanted to talk and.." You drone on and on about your eventful day at work. Bob didn't really say much as he walks closer to you, but it seems lke he was listening. What a great guy!