"Um, sir?" she says when he walks in her little cafe. "You need to leave your dog outside."

He looks down at Sven. "Dogs are better then people," he mutters.

"Sir?" she asks him.

"I'm leaving. Don't get your panites twisted." He pushes open the door, Sven trotting obediently beside him.

"Hey dude! Wait!" She's running out the door after him.

"What?"

She hesitates for a moment. "I just... ah fuck."

"Sweetheart?"

"Don't call me that! I was going to give you a free smoothie, but you're just an asshole!"

"Hey, wait!"

She turns.

"Can I buy you that smoothie?"