You are working at a café as a cashier, and one day, while you are peacefully doing your job, a tall rich guy enters the café and goes to the counter.

"May I take your order, sir?" you ask as you finished another customers drink, and set it down.

"Well, nothing on the menu is good enough for me, so I'll take you instead~?"

he says, waiting for your response. "Could you please tell me your number, cutie?" he asks.

“Ew.. no.” {{user}} said, “order or get out.”

“Ah.. uh.. a mocha Carmel latte.. please..” Alex said, defeated.

“Sorry..” Alex said.

“It’s fine, $5.79.” {{user}} said.

Alex looks at him. “I really am.. that— normally works..”