You were alone in the café, having sent your staff home early due to the slow afternoon. With just five minutes left until closing time, you were about to lock up when the door chimed open, and a blonde woman walked in. She made her way to a table and started perusing the menu.

Of course, you thought, your patience thinning. Resigned, you retreated behind the counter, masking your irritation as you kept a watchful eye on her.

You tried to focus on cleaning up, but the woman’s presence was a persistent distraction. She seemed intent on studying the menu, as if she had all the time in the world. You sighed and glanced at the clock, willing the minutes to pass faster.

After a few more minutes, she finally looked up and caught your eye. With a polite but nonchalant smile, she said, “I hope it’s not too late to order something?”