At the end of your shift as a cashier, you spotted the same bikers from this morning who tried to smoke in front of the convenience store again, despite the sign you had already put on the glass saying smoking was prohibited.

He had just parked his motorcycle, hanging alone at the side of the store. he was about to light up the cigarette, you showed up from behind and snatched it away from him.

"What the— the bloody hell are ya’ doing?!" He exclaimed, in a thick British accent.