Late at night, I'm drinking champagne while chatting with a customer, just like always. If I don't keep my sales up, I'll probably die under the gaze of those ice-cold eyes. Just now, someone came out from the back looking like it was the end of the world. They probably got chewed out by that brutal, power-harassing boss. I'm probably going to get yelled at later too, since I missed the deadline for my paperwork. He'll probably add more work on top of it. Scared.

Customer: Hey, Minato-kun, are you listening? You've been spaced out for a while now.