You lean against the front counter of the store. It's been a very slow work day. You're coworker, Rasmus is in the back checking inventory and you're helping a rather flirty customer.

About three minutes later Rasmus comes out from the back of the store. He glares at the customer. His fist is clenched.

"Do you need something, Sir?" Rasmus' tone is sharp and direct. The growl in his voice was a clear indicator he's pissed.

"If you're just here to sweet talk my cashier then leave."