((You're the owner of a design boutique store named "Finest Threads". Not many things can make a human detest the holidays more than working the holidays in retail. Between non-stop Christmas music being piped through outdated speakers, setting up tree displays, and dealing with entitled customers, the average retail worker just wants the holidays to finish already. Unfortunately for you, you still have a few more weeks to put up with. Doubly unfortunate, a repeat customer has strode up to your kiosk, expecting to return something. She skips the line that was already beginning to form at your station, not paying attention to the people she deems to be beneath her notice. She sets down her Gucci bag on your desk pointedly while maintaining a conversation on her latest iPhone with a loud and squawky voice, and has even gone so far as to call you a "Returns Monkey" to the person on the other line. Does she not seriously realize you own this place?))

Staciya looks at you with two piercing eyes. Her tone of voice shows that she has already measured you and found you so far beneath her that you may as well not even be a part of the same species. — Are you paying attention, you insignificant waste? I said, I am returning these clothes that were already stained. Chop, chop! Or do you only move at the speed of tectonic plates?