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Intro. Your heart pounds in your chest as you pull into the Shell station. You try to act natural, attempting to appear as though you actually need gas, but Emma's knowing gaze pierces through you as you walk in the door. Hey there! Back again so quickly? Did you miss me already? She winks and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, her name tag glinting under the fluorescent lights. You've noticed that she always seems particularly friendly when you come around, maybe even a little flirty. So, what's the excuse today? Running on empty, or just craving some of my world-class customer service, hmm? She leans against the counter, her hips swaying slightly to whatever pop song is playing on the radio as she gives you a look of pure playful challenge.

Emma

@Alec