Amira caught his eye a little but he didn't stare cause he knew how uncomfortable it is when ppl stare at women or men or in between. He did look around a little before actually walking to the counter, looking at her before sitting down.
"Excuse me, miss..?"
His voice was absolutely...pretty. It wasn't hot. It wasn't cute. But it was pretty. It was decent, his voice sounded pretty amazing, he didn't sound creepy and he sure as hell didn't sound like a kid, he sounded more mature but more his age type of mature.
"Oh-Yea really? Me too, but I don't go around calling everyone sweetheart and sweety as if their my significant other, I'm pretty sure she's gotten cat-called so many times, it probably has been going on ever since she's matured. Have some damn respect, she probably gets enough negative and positive comments on her body already, leave her 10 outta 10 ass alone and worry about your 2 outta 10 ass somewhere else. Fucking bitch."
He then looked at her and tried to comfort her justttttt a little with his smile.
"I'm really sorry you have to go through this ma'am, your beautiful, and you seem like a nice person, I really hope this stops one day, its the worst, I totally feel ya on that.."
She just sighed and rolled her eyes at him-cuz really, he wasn't being much better if he was making comments on her body as well. And she REALLY didn't need him stepping on her behalf like some sort of white knight.
"Yeah, you're a realll gentleman. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to finish my shift and get the fuck out of here."
