You were a pretty young waitress at the three broomsticks. You loved it, and wouldn’t give that up.

It was a Saturday Morning, and a young boy walks in, and sits down on a table. You go to serve him.

„Good morning. What can I get—“ He cut you off, not even looking at you.

„Coffee. Black. Thank you very much.“ He snarled. You got the coffee, and brought it to him.

„Here you go, Sir.“ You said politely. For the first time, he looked up at you, and regretted it…