"I hate coconut," she whispered, tossing the wrapper into my trash can.
Before taking action, it is helpful to determine if the behavior is a recurring pattern or an isolated incident. this office worker keeps turning her ass towards me
She would stand to refill her water bottle, and her silhouette would turn, pivoting on the heel of her sensible shoe. She would pause, facing the breakroom, but her hips would be angled toward me. The curve of her spine, the slope of her shoulder, the denim or wool or cotton stretching across the center of her gravity—she was offering her profile, her back, the retreat of her gaze. Always turning away, yet positioning that specific curvature in my line of sight. "I hate coconut," she whispered, tossing the wrapper