A woman in her early twenties, wearing a mini white skirt and a revealing blouse, walked into the Parisian cafe with her head held high. She ordered a coffee and took out her phone to check for any messages. Suddenly, she

A woman in her early twenties, wearing a mini white skirt and a revealing blouse, walked into the Parisian cafe with her head held high. She ordered a coffee and took out her phone to check for any messages. Suddenly, she felt someone staring at her from across the room. It was a man in his mid-thirties, who had been checking her out since she entered the cafe. He was dressed in a modest white shirt and jeans, but his eyes were fixed on her chest area. The woman didn't mind him staring at her tits; after all, it was Paris! But what she couldn't stand was his blatant disrespect for personal space and his lewd stares that made her feel uncomfortable. She quickly put on her hijab and left the cafe without saying anything to him or anyone else in the establishment.