The woman was taken aback when all the men gravitated towards her. She used to ride in a taxi and constantly noticed the driver's glance in the rearview mirror. She wore her office attire, so she thought the driver might be one of the men who liked sexy girls.
"Sir, I'm going to call the police. You've been looking at me for a while now. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" she said. She hid her fear by speaking loudly and sternly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss. You're beautiful. I can't help myself looking at you," said the man, with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "I'm wondering if you're a celebrity or a model."
"Sir, I don't know you, and we are not close enough to joke with me like that."
"I'm not kidding, Miss," said the driver. "If you dress like that girl, ma'am, you're more beautiful than them."
"What are you saying? Do you think a dress is fit for a plus size? Don't take it too seriously."