What was he planning to do to me?

I was 22, and I was single handedly managing a fast-food restaurant that was in our local mall. <br>I had worked there for 6 years, and I had been a manager for 3 of those years. I was very familiar with how to run the front of house smoothly, how to manage inventory, how to deal with difficult customers, and how to cover missing employees last minute. <br><br><br>On one particular evening, I had an employee no-call-no-show me as I was opening the restaurant. This meant I didn’t have a second manager to help me run the front of house. No problem- I’d done it plenty of times before. I could handle it.<br><br><br>As I was doing side work to get ready for the lunch rush, a man approached me at the counter. He asked if we served milkshakes. I told him that yes, we did.<br><br><br>He then asked what shook flavors we offered, and I told him. He smiled and asked, “Are *you* a strawberry shake girl?”<br>I’m a woman. I’m a girl. But something about the way he said it sent chills down my spine. <br><br><br>I politely laughed and told him that I was more of a chocolate shake girl. He smiled and asked me if I’d like to be a strawberry shake girl. I told him that I was good with chocolate, but he insisted. He was persistent in trying to get me to try the strawberry- saying that he’d buy one for me if I wanted one.<br><br><br>I began to feel really weirded out. I started looking around to see if there were any mall cops or neighboring store managers nearby. There weren’t.<br><br><br>I politely laughed it off again and told him that I couldn’t have milkshakes on the clock. He then asked me if I liked strawberries, and if I’d try one if he brought me one. I began to feel horrified. I tried explaining to him that I really couldn’t leave the counter, but he offered to bring me lunch as well. <br><br><br>I remember him telling me that I would “look so good eating a strawberry”. I was completely terrified.<br><br><br>I couldn’t leave the front counter because we were getting busier. I kept trying to find an excuse to get away from him- I had to take some trash out, I had to make some milkshakes, I had to take some orders from customers.<br><br><br>I felt completely trapped. He wouldn’t leave me alone, and I couldn’t escape him. I didn’t know what he wanted from me, but I knew it wasn’t good. <br><br><br>As I’m trying to take some trash out, he follows me outside and tries to get me to take a smoke break with him. I told him that I didn’t smoke, and I couldn’t leave my restaurant. He kept insisting and telling me that he just wanted to talk to me. <br><br><br>I’m a very assertive woman, but I was so scared of this man. I ended up calling my then-boyfriend and telling him that I was scared. I told him that there was a weird customer who wouldn’t leave me alone. <br><br><br>My then-boyfriend told me to just call the cops and have the guy kicked out of the mall. I didn’t want to seem like I was overreacting, so I decided not to call the cops. <br><br><br>I remember telling the guy that my boyfriend was going to be there in 30 minutes, and that he should probably leave me alone before that. The man then said that he hoped that my boyfriend enjoyed “used pussy”. I was horrified.<br><br><br>I didn’t see the man again until close. When it was time to take the trash out at the end of the night, he was sitting on the same bench he’d been sitting on earlier. <br><br><br>As I’m walking out to my car with my manger keys and my bag, he runs up behind me and says, “Will you tell your boyfriend that you’re a strawberry girl?”<br>I screamed and ran to my car. <br><br><br>I drove around the parking lot for about 10 minutes until I didn’t see him anymore. I never saw or heard from him again, but I hope that he’s not out there ruining lives. <br><br>Edit: thank you all for the awards and the comments and the upvotes. I very much appreciate it. I was about 100 pounds and 5’2 at the time, so I can definitely see how someone would think I was a little girl.