I think to myself, crying is not going to make things better and if I wanted things to make progress, I would have to step in. So knowing this man is still hovering over me, I head butt him. He pulls away and laughs. "What's so funny!?!"
"It's just your so... different."
"What do you mean?"
"Nevermind that let's get to the questions. What hours are the bank at one employee." I wanted to protect the bank and it's employees, but I hated the feeling of pain. Wait, what am I saying!?! I...