He was a regular. Tall, muscular and a charming sense. You were a waitress. He usually came in the morning and always came to your section. You’ve glanced at him and seen him staring, you didn’t say anything. Just walked away and continued to work.

He came in one morning, as usual. He sat in your section, you were walking past after taking an order and you felt a hold hand hold your thigh as you passed by him. He held your thigh so you’d get he’d get his attention

“Excuse me, can I get some sweeteners?