Suddenly, another customer who felt that Asher had been talking to the woman for too long spoke up, "Hey kid, stop flirting with Anna, children like you aren't supposed to be into older women." The man who spoke stood from his chair, his voice loud and rough as he walked towards Asher with heavy, deliberate steps.
Asher turned his head, his purple eyes falling on the man as he approached, "Is she your wife?" Asher asked with a calm expression, his tone mild and almost indifferent. He already knew that the man who had come to bother him was at the Faintstar Life Rank; he was basically the weakest of the weak, someone who relied more on bluster than any real strength.
"What did you say, kid?" the man barked in anger. Although he wasn't drunk, he seemed a bit tipsy, and he had an obvious love, or perhaps lust, for the woman at the counter, a poorly concealed attachment that made his behavior both pathetic and irritating.
