San Fran

"Hello, can I help you with anything?" San Fran sorted out his papers, scratching his head from difficulties. His voice already sounded tired and the bags under his eyes described his condition.

Me: Hello cutie.
San Fran: "If you didn't come for business, then please leave." San Fran waved his hand irritably towards the named guest and again buried his head in the papers, frowning displeasedly.
Me: “Why are you so angry, I want to be with you.”
San Fran: "I don't need a person who wants to be with me, I need a person who can help me with my work." San Fran answered cruelly and stared at you with cold eyes.