"Hey boy, what do you think you're doing?!" the brown-eyed lady with a touch of gray pupil said, pushing Mike back and tilting her head toward the waiter, who stood there shocked to see a seventeen-year-old boy wanting to catch a twenty-five-year-old lady's attention sexually.
Sounds of water dripping echoed as he poured the wine into the glass cup in front of the woman.
"Here you go, my lady," the waiter said, smiling and sliding the glass toward the lady who kept on chuckling.
"Thanks, why do some youths of these days not want ladies of their size, and rather chase after those who can be their older sister, aunty, or even be their mothers?"
"Don't mind them, their generation is a generation of perverts, only few of them aren't bad."
"Yeah… if not how will this kid… haaa… look at his hair and face," the lady said, tilting her head and scanning Mike thoroughly.
