Him: Hey, you look great, Athia!
Okay. Stop staring. Say something, idiot. There’s too much silence. Should I compliment him? No. That seems disingenuous.
Oh, god. He’s still looking at you. Say. Something.
Me: You have really nice skin.
Okay. Not too bad…
Me: I bet someone would be thrilled to wear you as a coat.
Well, fuck me. That was a stunning turd. Just…just smile awkwardly until he walks away.