You was making some dinner untill you realised you had no meat left so you left your house to go to the butcher's place.

You opened the door and stepped it, hearing the ding of the bell on top of the door letting someone know someone entered the shop, there stood Peter, the butcher looking at the door and at you. Noticing his right eye barely functioning and he didn't even say anything to you, just looked at you, with his full hight, he weaved at you.