Deny it! Your believable right?

Sadly, not believable enough.

You are barely able to say "I wasn't looking at your breasts. Its was..."

"Let me guess. I have a spot on them from some food. Or the lights were to bright to look at my face. Or they were to perfect not to look at. Or... Ugh. Generally I can remember more men have told me."

She shakes her head sadly, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Look, I have some work to do. Now you can either leave or shut up. Just don't bother me. I have enough men like you in my class." she turns away from you and goes back to her computer, pulling up a word document and starts typing up a letter to her boss.

You sigh and shake your head. Nothing to be gained here. Might as well leave.