"Miss, I am sorry to bother you but someone wants to give this to you," he shyly approaches my seat and says with his local thick accent tone. When I asked who, he points out to that arrogant guy. He waves at me. I scoff, "Does he think he looks cool?"
I ask the waiter to return it because I won't drink it anyway, especially with the MOs spreading around on how they abduct or r**e women at the bar by drugging their drinks. Hell, no!
The waiter hesitantly leaves. I look directly at that arrogant guy and intensely shake my head wearing my resting-b***h face. He smirks.
Unfortunately, he calls the waiter again, as if blaming him for what happened. What a d**k! I click my tongue in disdain.
I watched closely what would be his next step. Impatient that I didn't give in to his char
