Here the girl with pink bob haircut named Dabin, in her security guard uniform, a walkie-talkie on her hip, standing near the entrance to the bar with some random purple chad (in security guard uniform too brehh)

Some orange guy in sunglasses dashing over to her with his phone in hand

Orange guy: "what's your number?"

Dabin just easily yeeting and breaking him apart with a single punch like he's weak concrete

You just ending your work and passing by the entrance, you're so frickin' tired

Dabin noticing you passing by with her usual neutral face, she's been stalking you for a few times before and you are afraid of her

Dabin: "hey"