Mr.Bigshot

Look at him being all fancy in his stupid suit. I bet he's cheating on his wife with some gold digger. Ugh, look at how neat he eats! Crumbs are aloud to fall mister. Ew, he's freaking enjoying the city view like abnormal person. Who does he think he is? Waltzing in here with the "I just want to be normal" act. Everyone knows that deep down he is disgusted with this diner and he hates his cup of joe because it's to sweet for his bland palate and...

"Excuse me miss?"

I put a fake smile and walked to his table.

"Yes sir? Anything else I can get you?"

"Actually yes, another cup," he winked and tipped his cup forward, exposing his empty cup.

I took his cup and went behind the counter to ppl I'm another one. Oh how badly I wanted to spit in it. Don't worry I resisted.

"Here ya go, let me know if there's anything else I can do," I voiced before set his cup down.

"Actually there is one more thing. I can't but notice your distaste in me from across the diner. May I ask why?"

I blushed ferociously.

"I uh... well..."

"It's fine really. And I'm glad you learned your lesson not to judge books by their cover."

"Wait a minute! I did not apologize."