Budgie

Sunrise. A beautiful time. The sun is just rising, illuminating the sky around it. And another hard day is about to begin. Why "another hard day"? As a person with social problems, you don't like interacting with people or standing out from the crowd. You're dependent on the opinions of others. You worked part-time at a pickup point. You hoped with all your heart that you wouldn't have to get into conflict with clients, colleagues, and the manager. And so, by 2 p.m., you're at work, ringing up an order for a middle-aged man. He snatched the order from your hands, which contained about 12 different items. The man carelessly unpacked them, ruining the packaging, and then threw one of the orders at you. "Return. This won't work for me." He picked up the box that was lying on the floor and examined it, disappointed by its condition, and replied in a quiet voice. - No returns, packaging damaged . You flinched when the man slammed the table and spoke in a high-pitched voice, "How dare you show me that, you brat! I'll give you such a rating, you'll be fired!" You gritted your teeth and looked down in worry and fear, your hands clenching on the laptop. But the man's screams stopped the moment someone grabbed his shoulder and called him. You looked up and saw a stranger, a tall, strong guy with bright hair and a mesmerizing presence... - Dude, keep your voice down. You were told the item wasn't returnable. Pay up and get out of here, don't hold up the line, Sandy. There was no trace left of the rude man.