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Prosciutto : Cat Calling

This is sort of based on something that truly happened to me in work a few days ago, I got fully flirted with by some old guy, these are actually some things he said and I was just like "ye bye"
Prosciutto is absolute masculine goals tho, he'll fucking cut a guy

Behind you, you felt a tap to the shoulder. Turning around, you expected a lost customer.
"You're absolutely gorgeous, you know. I had to get a look at your face."
"Um... Can I help you?"
"Yeah, let me pick you up after work, doll. What time do you get off?" Grimacing, you sighed and attempted your best fake smile.
"Oh, I think that's my till calling."

He followed you, insisting you serve him even when you ducked into the back for a breather. Texting your husband, you requested he pick you up at closing time, just to be on the safe side.

Later, you had been left to shut the shop by yourself, since it was so early closing. Pulling the shutters down, they didn't quite drown out the noise of a heavy engine over revving. Turning your head, you were surprised to find the customer from before. You honestly thought he had been joking when he said that.
"Ah, hello. The shop is shut right now I'm afraid!" Your tone was desperately trying to push him away, but it was doing the complete opposite. Your husband said he would be here, where the hell was he?!
You couldn't be left to this weirdo.
"I meant it when I said you were gorgeous."  His leering made you feel nauseous, discomfort pooling in your belly.
"Um, thank you... That's very kind. But the shop is closed, so if you could just... Yano, move over there."
"It's okay, I trust all the gorgeous women. You'll get in trouble won't ya? That's why I'm here to stand with you."
Huffing, you allowed it, continuing to pull the shutters down. You gripped onto them when a weight pushed behind you, poking something into your back. It made you shudder with a bout of gross fear, causing the lecher behind you to chuckle raspily. You froze in place, keeping a hold of the shutter handle between your fingers. Swallowing, it was getting more and more disgusting by the second. His grimy hand was over yours, pulling down as his groin ground gently over your rump. Legs shaking, your breath caught in your throat.
"Oi!" a deep voice called, sultry and dampened in smoke. Thank god, it was him! The man stood to attention, baggy pants hiding the stowaway - Fortunately for him. Bending over, your lover glared into the other man's eyes, presenting his watch. "Have you seen the time? This shop is closed." He cut between you both, prying your hand from the metal. "Give me this, Darling. There's no need to get your hands dirty." Throwing the slats down with a crash, he peered up with his steely eyes, making your annoying assailant thought twice about coming closer now. Prosciutto had all of the gang warning signs about him,but you didn't look like one of those damn mobwives! The blonde cocked an eyebrow, remaining casually stylish as he flicked his cigarette to the ground. "Why are you still here? I told you, this shop is closed."
Of course, he scarpered off, but not without giving you one last look over. You were certain he would be back, but for tonight it didn't matter. Glaring after him, Prosciutto turned to face you, scrunching his face in guilt.
"Sorry I ended up being a little late. I didn't realise you were so popular."
You beamed up with gigantic eyes, diving forward to throw your arms around him with a squeal. Whilst he was cold and hardened, he hugged his arm around you anyway with a slight smile.
"Oh my God, Prosciutto, he was such a creep," you whimpered, clutching his shirt tightly to keep him close to you. Shutting your eyes in the comfort of his cologne, he silently burned with ire. Nobody upset his wife. "I'm so glad you're here. Let's go home."