The French Jew chick who called me "mate" when bagging up my bagels.
"Number One. I'm not your mate. We don't know each other from a bar of soap. If we were technically mates, you'd be perched over the counter and tonging those bagels while I serviced you a sausage roll from behind. Number Two, I'm not all that interested in the prospect."
She yelled for the manager.
I casually collected my bagels and walked confidently towards the door stating over the shoulder, "I don't know why you're calling for him. He can't make me sleep with you either, mate"
I'll go back in a few weeks and see what happens. lol
I reckon she's hot for it.