To say Patrik was stressed would have been a gross understatement. As he sat in a chair outside of Through The Looking Glass he stared at the laptop screen in front of him. Usually he liked being inside the cafe, enjoying the masses of flowers and plant life that surrounded you in there, but right now he needed maximum concentration and coffee. He had actually forgotten how many he had already had since being there, but hoped the staff were keeping some kind of record.
Running a hand through his curls he let out a frustrated groan, trying to resist snapping his laptop in half. “Okay so just you know, out of interest, if you had a business trying to change the sell price of goods to you because you weren’t, quote, ‘the usual guy we deal with’ what would you tell them?”
