She turned around, looking at him
"Can I help you?"
She had the SLIGHTEST southern accent-giving her words a nice drawl. She had a lower voice, smoky might be the right word-like a jazz singer type of voice. It was hot as hell-
"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."