[Had he been her child, she would have never allowed him to show such disrespect to her or anyone else for that matter. She would try to understand though, to not lose her temper on the kid.

While the dynamite made her raise a brow, the cigarette was her breaking point. This kid didn't even look to be more than fifteen or sixteen at the most, he didn't need to be smoking at his age. Tossing her dishcloth onto the desk, she moved to the table and pulled the ashtray out of his reach.]

You can be rude if you want. Disrespect your elders and drink coffee if you really want to, but you will not smoke in my presence. Are we clear? Put it out.

[She'd take care of his disrespect another day.]