Manners Miguel O' Hara x Reader

Standing up for yourself is never a good idea.

Especially when you're just a coffee-joint cashier against the most terrifying man you've ever met.

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"Please."

His thumb paused, ghosting the screen of his phone. His lip curled.

"Excuse me?"

You didn't have the strength to look up past his nose. If you did, you would've seen him raise his eyes from the screen, perhaps for the first time since coming here.

And you would've seen them bulge with such indignant fury.

Were you wobbling? You felt like you were wobbling. The shop was getting awfully hot.

"Y... Your manners. You forgot them."

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