A normal approach.

Best not to do anything too unusual given the situation you’re in. Just focus on getting yourself home or anywhere else you can wait out this pill.

Trying your best to quell the rising feeling inside you, you step up to the counter. The man rises out of the chair, his considerable form now towering over you. You weren’t used to having to look up when talking to people, just _at _people. You stare upwards at him… He’s old enough to be your father, possibly even your grandfather… You shouldn’t be this nervous, but you fidget with your hands as you try - and fail - to keep eye contact.

“Yes, I- um, my friend who was outside earlier, well- played a prank on me and… uh… my phone’s gone so…”

He leans forward slightly and you have to stop. Being so short now, it’s almost impossible to project the same confidence you once had. "It’s just the pill" you try and tell yourself, but standing in front of this man, your composure is fleeting. In a **** attempt, you stiffen back up and manage to blurt out:

“I was curious if I could use your phone to call for a ride…!”

You expect a “Sure, here ya go.” or a “Use mine.” But find the man simply considering you, wordlessly. You feel as though he’s appraising you, making no effort to hide his gaze…