Avoid making a scene.

You can't see any way out. You just want this to end so you can eat and be on your way. Feeling the heat of humiliation in your face, you give him what he wants.

"I-I'm sorry. Please, I didn't mean it. I'm just cranky because I'm hungry. I'll be a good customer. I'm sorry." You struggle to look him in the face and keep lowering your eyes in the shame of your position. You hate apologizing, especially to someone so patronizing and obnoxious, but once you started, somehow it all just kept flowing out of you. Softer and more... feminine than you'd intended it.

Mike studies you carefully before nodding with that damned sexy smile. "Ah, so you do know your place after all. That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Standing up again, he pulls his little notebook from his pocket, grinning victoriously. "So, Red. What will you be having today?"

You want to strangle him. Well, part of you does. The quiet part, you realize. Some small part of you is growing increasingly aroused his domineering treatment of you and you're worried you will begin to find him attractive. Mostly you just want to get through this. You indicate the item again on the menu and answer in a soft voice. "Um. May I have one order of this, please? With a side salad? If that's okay?" You've never felt so cowed in your life. It's humiliating. Worse, you know it's not even an act. You are genuinely reacting to his alpha-male behavior despite yourself.

He smiles. "No. You'll have a small veggie pizza and side salad. Wouldn't want you to ruin your figure." His smirk dares you to challenge him again and give him another reason to pick on you. "Do you have a problem with that?"

Your heart pounds in your chest. Fuck yes, you have a problem with that. Ruin your figure? That asshole, where does he get off? You are eighteen years old again, you can eat whatever the fuck you want. "No. No problem. Thank you." You sit quietly and stare at the table in front of you until he leaves.

You're entirely unsure how to process what just happened. Your mind and body are in conflict. You can't help but loathe this guy but at the same time you actually think you may want to jump his bones, and that's not a realization you've ever wanted to have. You pray the rest of the meal passes without incident.