He already didn’t like you very much, that was a given as Shane didn’t like much of anyone. But especially not these moments where you bother him at work at Joja Mart.

Sure, he hated the gig, but you know what he’d hate worse? Being broke-

“Please, don’t be the farmer. Don’t be the farmer, don’t be the-“ Shane muttered under his breath, crossing his fingers as the jingle of the door rang. He huffed in frustration, hoping the time to leave would come faster, awaiting his next beer.