"How can I get you today, sir?"
The woman asked in a cheerful voice. Her voice was sweet and crisp, snapping Arthur out of his thoughts. He realised he may have come off as other dudes in the cafe gazing at her assets like a creep.
Since he was looking at the beauty score displayed by the system which was on the same level as her chest. He looked at her face, there was nothing except for her professional smile.
Arthur sighed in annoyance at himself. He may have left a bad first impression. But what is done is done.
"Hmm. There is something you can help me with..."
Arthur put his hand inside his pocket and pulled out his phone. He held it in front of her.
"...Do you have a type-B charger so I can charge this? Most of my money is in the bank and I can’t access it without this for now. And as for order, let me look at the menu."
"Sure thing! Please look at the menu and order whatever you like! I will put your phone on charge!"
The woman took his phone and put someone else at her place temporarily. It was another woman. He had glasses on, twin tailed braided hair, pimples over her skin. She was not bad looking, but compared to the woman who just left, it was like comparing a rock to diamond.
But this didn’t seem to be jealous of other women’s beauty. Since both seemed close from how they interacted with each other. And this woman was looking at Arthur with disdain, she probably thinks he is here to hit on her friend.
Arthur laughed wryly, then shifted his attention to the menu.
There were many things he could order. But he was contemplating on what, he could order pastry but he never felt satisfied from eating sweets when hungry. As for eating some fast food combo, there was a high chance that he could get an upset stomach.
He suddenly missed a place to live even more. Because there, he could at least eat what he wanted without getting violent diarrhea.
He sighed internally and decided that he will have a $10 burger and fries combo with $2.50 soft drinks and a $1.50 donut to fill his empty stomach with something heavy before putting in heavy oiled food.
He looked up from the menu and found the woman back again. He noticed her nameplate and it read: Sara Anastasia.
"Um, Miss Anastasia, I would like to have this combo with a soft drink and a donut please."
Sara took his order and handed him the donut.
"Sir, you can find a place to sit down outside and come again after 5 minutes or so."
Sara said to Arthur who was eating the donut to the side, looking over to the males whose occasional hungry gaze fell on Sara.
"Mm. That would be a pain. But thanks for suggesting."
Hearing Arthur’s answer, Sara slowly nodded, then focused on her work. She received money from customers who definitely didn’t hide their gaze.
Arthur noticed that Sara wasn’t that fazed meaning she was used to it. Which was not a good thing to be honest.
But that also means that her situation is so bad that she is willing to work even in this semi hostile environment.
He could only imagine what other troubles she must have been through because of her beauty. But that is besides the point. Arthur’s brain was running over time now. He may have found the way to his blue balling situation.
But he doesn’t know how to approach the situation. So he needs to extract information from her. And also figure out a way to spend money on her where she won’t question it.
After the small wave of customers passed, Arthur took his chance to strike a conversation. And he has no intention of keeping it polite or subtle, he will get all the information he needs from those questions named on her response.
"Say, miss Anastasia, have you ever been sexually assaulted?"
He asked in a voice where only she could hear.
Hearing his question, Sara frowned and her smile got strained.
"Sir, I don’t know what you mean by that. And that is extremely disrespectful to me."
"I see. So you haven’t. Good for you. But don’t you think that the possibility of getting assaulted one day is rising with each day? I believe you know it better than me that all these men are here to see you. Eating is just a pretence. Imagine one day one of them suddenly feels like doing something unholy."
Arthur said with a lazy smile, he looked over his shoulder towards Sara. Her smile was gone, she was very serious now.
"I’m aware. And I’m not that weak. I can handle myself. And if you’re here to recruit me for some magazine modelling, or something similar, or refuse, I would not sell myself. I haven’t fallen so low."
She said firmly, making Arthur chuckle.
"Looks like I have offended you. I apologise. Please parcel my order."
Sara stared at Arthur for a few before nodding. She packed the parcel with a stern face. She was clearly angry at him. He did not mind. He got what he wanted. He took his parcel and gave her $60.
His bill was $14.
"Keep the change. A small token of apology for my rudeness. And my phone, if you would."
Sara did not say anything, she handed him the change, went inside , brought his phone and handed it to him.
Arthur took both the money and phone with a smile. He exited the cafe and sat under a nearby tree on a bench.
The reason he asked the questions is to get a general idea of her personality, moral compass and a bit of her past. From what he understood, she is a strong, dignified woman who would rather die than sell herself for money. And it is also apparent that she is not some secret young mistress experiencing commoner life.
She is living in genuine poverty and she also has been approached by modeling companies before.
She could have accepted and became famous, but of course everyone knows that beauty without backing is like a lamb waiting to be eaten. So she is indeed a strong woman for refusing.
But the problem is, Arthur has to convince the same woman to accept his money regularly.