That motherfucker's more blackpilled than our saintlord (pbuh). He's like Patrice O'Neal in a white Chad's body. some things that happened in the 15-20 mins I was there:

1. He never once called her by her name. He just used "Oi" to call her.

2. He never smiled at her.

3. He made her buy sandwich for both of us (and this is the first time I met him. I noticed most chads are bros to incels, we pose no threat to them).

4. Invited me to a party. He said there will be lot of roastie's friends and winked at me. I chuckled and the roastie got visibly triggered but didn't say anything in front of her shepherd.

5. He made eye contact, smirked at the waitress and made her blush right in front of roastie. I saw it bothered her but meh what you gonna do? he's chad he can go home with that waitress in the next five minutes.

6. He was genuinely interested in my work and he said something like that is in demand in his work (Chad is a successful sales guy, of course) and asked whether I wanted to discuss further. Chad is a decent guy.

The roastie is a stacy past her prime. At 36, she's still hot, but things aren't as tight as they used to be. She could probably land another chad, but the clock's ticking and she's panicking- which I've overheard her talk to other roasties in the office during lunch where they all congregate in the big table meanwhile I eat with another cel in complete, humiliating silence.