Thanks... My goddess

Just telling the truth. Wink

... Wait really.

... G o d d e s s divine

Kiss? :,)

!!!! His coworkers are gonna be so jealous. He’s scurrying over with the dorkiest smile on his face.

W-woah. Oh no. Emma, he’s a simple man. His jeans—

“You’re not. You’re so not. That’s /mean/.” Excuse him. He has to adjust himself.

Embarrassing— “I can’t help it,” he whines, and stomps over to where she points like a child. “Sexy girlfriend comes up to me at work and makes out with me? Yeah, yknow, I’ve /dreamt/ of that.”

Usually, he’d make a joke about his ego being hurt with the “I can’t really see it” comment. But hey. “Really? Good. These jeans... hurt.”

Blink. He’s looking around first, and checking to see if the cameras can see this far. Coast clear for now. He’s walking back over to her.

“Here?!” Okay. Super hot thought... but he isn’t usually the quiet type. “I mean... storage closets are in the back. I have the keys.”

“There’s no cameras there.” He shrugged. “I’ve been here long enough that they really don’t care what I do. Firing me will hurt them more than me at this point.”

He grabs hold of his cart, filled with whatever’s left there is to stock. “Follow me.” He makes way into the back, and opens up the storage closet. He pushes in the cart, and wheels it to the side. “After you.”

He closes and and locks the door, turning on the lights. “Romantic, right?”

He shakes his head with a small chuckle, which is then followed by a bite to his bottom lip. “So uh...”

Biiiig grin. He’s moving closer, hands snaking around her waist.