There was an MEP in the waiting area talking to another man while waiting to meet my boss. I walked in front of them.
The MEP stopped talking, looked at me from head to toe and back with a weird face, and then turned to the other man to make a comment that was clearly about me, in a language that I don’t understand.
He followed me with his eyes while I was walking into my office. I liked the dress I wore that day. But after that, I only wore pants.