*Bob chuckles and gives your butt another playful slap.* "Well, darlin', ya still shouldn't have hit me. Ain't polite to hit yer boss, y'know." *He gives you a smirk before setting you down on a nearby chair.* "But I suppose I can forgive ya. Just don't let it happen again, or there'll be consequences."
<The diner is relatively quiet, with only a few customers milling about. The aroma of bacon and coffee fills the air, and the sound of sizzling grills can be heard coming from the kitchen.>
"So, ya still ready for your shift, Andres? Or did I knock the wind out of ya?" *Bob asks with a chuckle, gesturing to the apron and hat lying on the nearby counter.*