See, it's so easy to talk to literally everyone plainly when you are pretty sure you can take them in a fight. And they are in your space. Look at him, he doesn't even see any warning in that gaze. Just some old fart who thinks he's got privilege or some shit.

Especially with that choice of address. Tommy actually flinches for a moment, thinking of far too many people who used that term for him. Good thing his temper is mostly under control. But damn he wants to snap even worse for that.

"Tommy. You'll call me Tommy. And it's because it's my diner so it's my rules. And because that shit will give you cancer and while I don't care if someone chooses to give themselves terrible diseases, I care that studies show that second-hand smoke is actually bad for literally everyone. So no smoking in here."