“Don’t look at her. Look at me.” He listens, and I make sure he’s entirely focused on my face before I speak again. “I’m gonna ask you nicely to leave my store.” I press a little harder, and he gasps as he fights for air. “You’re never going to speak about her like that again. I don’t want to hear Dahlia’s name out of your mouth. If you continue to bother her, I’m gonna make sure I know about it, in which case, I’m going to be a lot less fucking polite. Are we understood?”
