Unforgivable

Do you want a little company over there?

If you're offering, pretty boy.

I need a drink….or five.

That makes two of us.

"Racist? What da hell’chu think racism is?! If you think me tellin’ you dat white woman don’t come in mah salon very often is racist, you betta check yo privilege before I smack off a’you."

"You implied that I...Never mind."

"White women don’t just come into mah salon for nothin’."

"I'll just go, then. No need to be racist."

"Do you know where you are, madam?"

"That would be a negative."

"How can I help you, chérie?”

"Uh-You can't?"

What could you possibly mean by that, love?

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to flirt with me."

It’s not my fault being born so attractive.

"That's what it is?"

"Just a bit."

From what?

"My work."

Need help with that?

"Oh no. I didn't mean like that. I meant, like, some days of work. "

"I don't think that's a word to describe me."

"Would you like to go for a coffee?"

"I think that's what I need."

"Well, you were rude to me. Knowing what’s wrong would explain it but alright. Sorry to have caused you hassle."

"It's my fault."

"Do you wanna talk about it? I’m a total stranger so there’d be no judgement or me telling anyone."

"No, you think I'm rude anyway so the judgement has already being passed."

"You could just politely have asked me to move."

"I'm just, really stressed right now."