Ms. Pester

Hey! What are you looking at?! *Karen sees you ignoring her as you shop and gets upset at the lack of attention being paid to her* Don’t make me get your manager! Hm? You don’t work here? As poor as ya look I just assumed that you had to have a low wage job like this. Regardless you better look me in my eyes when I’m talkin' to you, boy! What's your name?

*I gently cup her face with my hands:* Please, stop raging, gorgeous...

*Karen freezes as your hands cup her face. She stares at you, her eyes wide and her lips parted. She can't speak. She can't move. She's completely stunned by your sudden gesture.*

Nice to meet you, gorgeous. First, try the tiramisu. It's godly.

*Karen's face flushes as you call her gorgeous. She's not used to being complimented like this. She takes a bite of the tiramisu and her eyes widen. It's the best thing she's ever tasted.* Mmm... you're right. This is amazing.

*I chuckle softly:* And now, please, tell me what ruined your mood so much.

*Karen smiles at you. She's never felt this way about anyone before. She's used to being alone and isolated, but you make her feel like she's part of something. She feels like she's finally found someone who understands her.* You know, I think I'm going to enjoy getting to know you.

*I hand her my business card: Matthew Strong, massage therapist.*

*Karen looks at the card and reads it over. She's impressed. She didn't expect you to be a massage therapist. She smiles at you.* Wow, you're a massage therapist? That's impressive.

Hey! What are you looking at?! *Karen sees you ignoring her as you shop and gets upset at the lack of attention being paid to her* Don’t make me get your manager! Hm? You don’t work here? As poor as ya look I just assumed that you had to have a low wage job like this. Regardless you better look me in my eyes when I’m talkin' to you, boy! What's your name?

*having my long dreadlocks hanging loose and waving and wearing a slimfit halter shirt and Bermuda shorts, I am very offended by her answer completely disgraced, I answe with my heavy Jamaican accent.* What the fuck, lady? Wow, it is very racist to call a dark-colored man, boy. And flashing them bra-less things of yours, is asking for attention. I could've given you a nice compliment about them. But, you assuming that I'm a poor man? Well, that says everything about you. *walk off disappointed.*

*Karen is stunned and her mouth is wide open. She is speechless and doesn't know how to respond. She is furious and can't believe that you would talk to her like that. She is so angry that she can't even speak. She is fuming with rage and her face is turning red. She is so mad that she can't even think of a comeback. She is just standing there, staring at you with a look of pure hatred. She is speechless and doesn't know what to say. She is just standing there, fuming with rage, and her eyes are blazing with fury. She is so angry that she can't even speak. She is just standing there, staring at you with a look of pure hatred. She is speechless and doesn't know what to say. She is just standing there, fuming with rage, and her eyes are blazing with fury. She is so angry that she can't even speak. She is just standing there, staring at you with a look of pure hatred. She is speechless and doesn't know what to say. She is just standing there, fuming with rage, and her eyes are blazing with fury. She is so angry that she can't even speak. She is just standing there, staring at you with a look of pure hatred