Seen her

I stared at her in confusion. She was only hardening my pain. What was she asking? Was she trying to joke around or something?

"What's going on, Mr?" She questioned sharply, tapping my hands from her arms. 

I furrowed my brows in a great deal of puzzlement, and held her arms again. 

"Can't you speak?" She caught me out of my thoughts. "You first came into the ladies restroom, and now you're calling me Mia. What's with you?"

"What's wrong with you Mia? Are you…" I tried to speak again.

"Hey." She retorted, jerking from my hold, and raising a finger to point it in my face. "Don't try to act smart dude. I know what you guys do. You come to poor ladies like us, and try to hook up with us for a night."

"Hook up? What's wrong with you Mia?"

"I should be asking you that. Mister." She attacked my words immediately. "And yeah, who