Triston. Tall, dark haired, emerald eyed, rich, smart, attractive… just about anything anyone could ask for in a guy. At least, physically. The guy was a TOTAL JERK. And you? You were.. a misfit, to say the least. Bullied for your appearance, bold, and never took anything to heart.

So who were you to refuse him?

Here he was, a famous influencer, son of the richest lawyer in town, with girls outside the window, tripping over each other for just a glimpse at him. And you told him to wait in line?

“Do you know who I am?” He snaps. “I’ve got things to do, places to be! I’ll have you fired!”

You just looked at him with a bored face as you fixed an espresso for another customer. “Sure I do. You’re the Karen that never wins the lawsuit. Please leave or get in line, sir.”

How dare you?! This person just… just insulted him! You just insulted him!

“What did you just say to me?!”