Unusual Tendencies

"You're beautiful." The man mutters.
"Thank-you" I reply, smiling.
I couldn't help but deny the words he had mustered.
I was no model, actually I was very far from beautiful.
My mid length brown hair with red on the ends was thrown into a sloppy bun,
My teeth were as white as I could possibly get them,
And I was dressed in my usual work attire.
I loved working at the diner.
The place that when vacant was the most beautiful sight.
Of course, I usually closed the shop.
That was, until the man began unusual tendencies.