When the drunk customer grabbed for her, Alise brought a stapler she had randomly kept at hidden view from the left pocket of her jeans, instantly pressing down against the man's hand as she faked a sympathetic smile.
"Sorry," Alise frowned, her grip on the stapler loosening. "I had mistaken you for a pervert."
The man scoffed. Weakly.
"Though, looking from your appearance, you certainly fit the part." Alise continued on, her brain formulating a never ending list of insults for the quivering man. "I also noticed that - "
The man left without leaving her to speak another word as she grinned victoriously, rolling her eyes once more.
MY MASTERPIECE IS COMPLETE.