Talk to strangers.

Olly, a thin boy with black hair that hung over an eye, stood in the corner of a shopping square, scanning the lot of bustling shoppers and patrons.

There was a trio of women by a shake shop. One was a brunette in a purple tee, talking animatedly. The other two included a slender black girl, legs curtained by a skirt across her knees and hoop earrings, with tall curly hair, and an Asian black-haired girl sipping out of a straw. Olly decided to approach their table. The brunette was in the middle of finishing her story when he came up behind her.

"...crazy! When I told my mom she burst out laughing." The short haired brunette shook her head. "But I'm serious, you know. My roommate needs, like, a professional psychoanalyst."

Olly brought his hands to the front of the woman, and pressed his palms against her protruding breasts. He flattened them against her chest, causing her boobs to mush against his palms, deforming into pancake-like meshes. Then, he conducted circles along the front of her breasts, as if providing an in-depth massage to her chest. After clasping his fingers around both her breasts and squeezing, she stopped her ramble.

With a scrunched look up, she addressed Olly's still massaging hands. "Are you feeling me up?"

"Yeah." The black girl wrinkled her brow. "You touching on our girl?" The third woman had on a similar look of disapproval.

"No." Olly shook the woman's breasts, flapping one up and then the other in alternation.

"Uhhuh -- yeah, obviously, you are." Her friend pulled up an arm over the table, but otherwise doing nothing to stop him. "You are feeling her breasts in front of us!"

"I should be calling security on you this instant," she paused. In a second, she had lifted herself off her chair, hands on the table, but sat herself back down, an indifferent look crossing her face. "...but I don't feel like it. You, Monika?"

The black girl suddenly shook her head, sitting back and stretching. "Nahh.... don't think we need to escalate it there yet. After all, he's just jiggling your hoo-hah's, not really getting in your face about it.... Seems harmless enough. For now. Right, Ling?"

Ling shrugged. "I just think Angelica might be a little sore in a few hours. Look at how he's squeezing them." One shake-occupied hand went up to gesture at the sight.

"Pfft." Monika waved a hand. "Angelica'll be alright. Right, girl? You'll be a'ight."

"I'll be fiiine. No need to worry." When turning her head to Olly, however, she raised a solid finger. "But if you try anything, you're going to wish the thought never even crossed your mind. Monika's brother in law knows krav maga, you know."

Monika spoke up first, breaking the padded silence that followed. "Hey Angelica," she leaned forward. "Turn your face that way."

After the brunette obliged, Monika raised a hand and sharked it across her friend's face. Then, while feeling up her accosted side, Ling removed the lid off her shake and dumped the pricey drink all over Angelica's top. The two women laughed wildly, giving each other high fives. An intangible smile peered between Olly's cheeks. He gave the brunette's sizable breasts another squeeze while she recovered from the cold shock of Ling's milky mixture soaking her purple tee straight through, the act having revealed the outline of her brassiere.