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"Yeah, and you didn't ask that question. You asked "What would a girl like?" What, am I supposed to be an expert on ladies? More specifically, an expert on YOUR lady? When it comes down to it, my opinion don't matter, does it? Say I suggested blueberry, and turns out your girl HATES blueberry. What does that say about me? Nothing except that I suggested what I could with the little scrap if info you gave me about personal tastes."

He leaned in closer with his nose almost brushing against the other's and he grinned wide about it.

"Naw, naw, bro, It's my job to say everything in this shop is good. Because guess what? It is. And like I said, my opinion means nothing to your girl. If you really cared that much about it, you should drag HER in here and have HER choose."

A boyfriend too! Holy FLIPPING hell. How could an annoying as balls kid like this have two people hangin' off his arm when here he was sad and alone. Made no sense what so ever! He did have a chance with that hot glue senshi though. Maybe he did, he didn't know. Wies allowed his grin to grow wider and a finger tip came up to run under Daniel's chin in an almost 'come hither' motion.

"Well then. Sounds like fun. I might even close down the shop to let the three of you have a good, long time deciding. I might even let you sample my OWN special icing."

Pfft, like hell he really would. Maybe the other two though. He hadn't met them so maybe they were cool and not like this little annoying loser.

Ha. HAHAHAHA. He'd take the fact that Daniel moved away first meant that he won. Screw being the bigger person! Wies won this and the other boy KNEW it.

"Either way. Buy or not, just get on with it, yes? Games are fun but I don't get paid to entertain."

"Well then fine. We close up soon though so... if you take too long, you get nothing." Instead of pursuing the conversation further, Wies was content on his victory and opened up his notepad to go though his closing checklist.

He wished that the clock would turn to 6 already. Then he could close and kick this jerk out.

He had done it. He had finally mentioned his beloved manager. Man, he'd be so pissed if he got fired. Not much else he could do but to give in. Balls. He gritted his teeth and took a breath, finally standing up properly.

"Geesh, man, if there isn't enough crap going around in the world, you're going to go ahead and cause me to lose my job? You sound like a hell of a nice kid."

Wies couldn't take it anymore. He slammed his hand down on the table so close to just flying over it and kicking the a*****e out into the street and HOPE that the Negaverse came up and sucked him right up.

"Unhelpful and rude?! Bullshit! Seriously, you act as if I'm supposed to be some ******** mind reader! Well, guess what? You can take you and your moody a** right on out of here, because I don't give a flying flip about what you've 'seen' or what you've 'done'." He walked around the counter and approached the customer threateningly.

"I ain't your friend. I ain't some therapist who cares about what you've been up about. I'm a baker, who SELLS BREAD. And if you want to grumble and be an a** about it, then leave. I'll take the risk of being fired rather than having some sniveling little whiny a*****e talking about his life up in here."

"Fine, whatever, to be completely honest, I couldn't give a rat's a** about it anymore." Whatever anger Wies felt came and went like the waves that lapped at the shore. So quickly he found himself just not caring, and he leaned against the counter and rolled his eyes.

Whoever Almary was whoever was the nearest agent quite frankly he didn't care. Were they in the shop now? Nope. It was only him and this a*****e. And he wasn't naive enough to power up in the shop. It wasn't only himself he was risking. His poor one-armed boss would probably get in trouble too. And he wouldn't want anything to happen to that poor hunk of man meat.

"Three minutes til we close."

FINALLY. ******** this jerk way going to be out of his hair for the evening and there was nothing Wafflefries could have wanted more. He didn't say anything else as he rang up the fugly kid before him and shoved the items into a bag. If there was anything Daniel could be grateful for it should be the fact that he didn't crush any of the goods. He had a little more consideration for the goods his boss produced. There was no way in hell he wanted to ruin the older man's stuff.

"Here's your receipt. Please come again when I'm NOT on shift."