The Man in the Hoodie

I stood there, hands folded across my half bared chest and feeling extremely embarrassed.

Gina glances my way with a worried look as she is fulfilling their orders.

Another group enters with the same expression, only this group is just three men this time.

Gina is busy so I have to attend to them.

I brush all the looks off and walk to them.

"Welcome to Spicy Bar. Follow me to your seats." I slur my words and lead them to their seats.

They simply nod as they have eyes fixed on my chest.

I turn around and try to pull the dress up to no avail.

I honestly wish this is the last time I have to go through this embarrassing moments in clothes like this.

I have to brush it all off though.

Hours later, it is 8pm.

The rush hour has begun and people are trooping in and out of the building and bar.

A new set of people just came in and I have to take their orders.

Nothing feels new when they gape at me. I've had thousands of them in one day.

It is a set of three men.

I walk over and take their orders.

One does not say a thing and is in a grey hoodie.

Another man in suit orders for them all.

"Two cups of the bar special and one cup of simple cola"

"Coming right up."

I turn around and leave.

I can feel eyes all over me as I walk back to bring their orders.

While waiting for the bartender to answer me with the cups, my eyes wander over to the man in the grey hoodie.

Men who use hoodies like that are always creepy.

Suddenly, it almost feels his head is turned my way, I immediately turn my back to the tables.

It is bad manners to be caught staring at a customer.

"Here's the order for table 7." Gina calls out to me from the back

I receive the tray of cups and go back to the grey hoodie's man table.

I drop each cup gently. The Cola goes to the grey hoodie.

As I turn to pass by him to answer another table, His hands suddenly grab by left hand.

"Aren't you cold in what you are wearing? Or it's simply for more customers? I won't put it past girls like you anyway." He says and drops my hand and goes back to slouching like he never did or said anything.

I straighten up and look around, forcing a smile to not show how much sting his words held.

Of course, they all think I'm wearing it to attract customers.

I brush the lacy bottom of the dress, stand straight with my eyes threatening to drop the tears.

A tear falls from my eyes down, so I quickly wipe the other before it drops.

I walk right by him and answer the table.