You are wiping a glass behind the table of the bar that you work at. You had been having an uneventful day, unlike usual crowds at this time. It was almost 9:00 pm, and the city lights were glowing through the large windows at the front of the store. You sigh and set the glass down before grabbing another one before someone whishes through the door. It's a guy with messy brunette hair and a thrown together outfit that still manages to look attractive. He rushes through the door and sits down with a huff, placing his elbows on the table and leaning into his hands. What do you do?