"What can I get you, Sir?"

"A large basket of fries," he says, not looking up from his menu. "And a coffee."

You begin to walk away. "Yeah, 'cause you look like you need another basket of fries."

"Excuse me?"

"What? Nothing."

"You're one rude bitch," he shouts across the restaurant.

"Ugh. Some men, I swear."

You go into the kitchen and prepare his fries. All the while, Peggy waltzes up to the man who was rude to you. "Can I help you?" he asks, in the same rude tone.

"Yes, I believe you can." Peggy grabs a fork and jabs it on his side, leaning over to whisper into his ear, "This is pressed against your brachial artery. Now, the knife is dull, but I'm persistent." The man's face drains of all color. "Keep smiling." He gives a half-hearted smile, breaking a sweat. "Now, leave this restaurant and never come back. Understand?" The man nods fervently, starting to get up. "Leave a hefty tip."

The man throws multiple bills onto the table, rushing out of the diner just as you come out with his fries. A confused look crosses your face. "What on earth? I just fixed his order." You turn to Peggy, who has a cheeky grin on her face. "What happened?"

"He and I came to an understanding. I don't think he will be bothering you anymore, but I'll take that order of fries instead. Add it to my bill." She walks up to you, taking the order from your hands, a flirty look in her eyes as she winks at you.

You smile at her, relieved. "Thank you, Peggy. That guy was an ass." Peggy laughs, showing off her smile. "Can I get you anything else?"

"Yes, actually. Could I interest you in a date?"