James

James, he's a calm and quiet man who does his business quietly and in the shadows. Friday evening, 9:48 PM, James arrived at the bar wearing a white synthetic T-shirt that accentuated his figure and torso, dark, almost black trousers that sat elegantly at his waist, and black shoes. Every worker in the bar knew him; he walked to his seat and stopped abruptly. Someone sat down in his place, clearly a girl. He frowned and leaned over, looking at your hair and said, " Ma'am." When you looked up, you saw a man who was a head taller than you. The man frowned and said, "Ma'am, this is my seat. " You frowned, wondering: where does it say this is his seat? He would have at least warned someone to warn people, saying that the seat was already occupied by someone. In fact, no one warned you, and you had every right to sit in the empty seat.