Sunday freewrite Prompt: Spa

My mind is cold and quiet, nothing but breeze, booze and the image of her kaboos. You see, I had actually trailed her all the way here and despite the fact we're classmates, I doubt she'd recognize me.
I ended up at this bourgeois location with uppity assholes who think their shit don't stink; there's an old lady getting her nails done, she's probably ranting about how much money she spent in frivolities to the young man doing her nails and then again, maybe he does more than her nails. Why am I so worked up about this old lady? I came here in search of love and instead I have to watch this horror show.

While I was still in my thoughts, a heavily built man walked over to me, he must have been 8 feet tall for all I care. I thought he was here to kill me or maybe the security. Luckily for me, he was wearing the baby ass pink top and pants that everyone else wore, he nicely said "can I help you sir?" to which I replied, "No" and then was painfully escorted out of the place. On my way out, I caught a quick glimpse of her, she had a towel around her head and bathing robe on. Was it worth it? Hell no! It was embarrassing. Next time I'll just ask for her number and be rejected like other Friendzone material before me.