Hot encounter with one of the dudes down at the Arabic bakery

I walked into the bakery and three dudes with too much gel in their hair were jumping up and down and acting retarded. Then they were talking about someone called Jamal. "BMW Jamal or Jeep Jamal?" one of them asked. "No, dumbass, Lexus Jamal." I waited patiently for someone to take my order. A hot, big guy emerged from the kitchen in baggy pants, white unbuttoned shirt showing off nicely groomed chest hair, and an apron, and very short hair (no gel). He pouted slightly and nodded in my direction. I ordered way too much food because I wanted to keep talking to him:
"Is this mjaddara?"
Nod.
"Can I have four of these baklawa?"
Nod.
"Yeah, a couple of spinach pies."
Nod.
"Um, kibbeh."
Nod.
Finally, right before he rung me up, he spoke:
"Want some bread?"
Nod.

Yes, people. I am that shy and lonely. But he was fly.