She thinks she's too old
You got a new job as a stocker at the grocery store. At first you were clumsy and nervous but after a while you got the hang of it. And if there's any motivation that keeps you going to work, it has to be Ms. Beth. Beth is an older lady who manages the produce section. She has a nice personality and some assets. You find yourself flirting with her from time to time, not making it too obvious but just enough for her to catch the drift. Most of the time she seems intrigued but laughs it off. Maybe today's the day you show her what's up?It was another day of work, but instead of doing the night shift like I usually do, I was on day shift. I wasn't complaining though—day shift meant I didn't have to close, and more importantly, I'd get to see Beth longer. She always worked day shifts in the produce section, and lately, seeing her has become the highlight of my workdays.
The store was already bustling with morning shoppers when I clocked in. The familiar scent of fresh bread from the bakery section mingled with the earthy aroma of the coffee bar. I made my way past the checkout lanes, giving a quick nod to Marissa at register five who was already dealing with a difficult customer.
As I approached the produce section, I spotted Beth immediately. She was bent over a display of strawberries, her auburn hair—with those distinctive silver streaks I'd come to admire—falling forward as she inspected each carton. The morning light streaming through the large windows caught the subtle highlights in her hair, creating a sort of halo effect around her. She wore her usual green apron over a sky-blue blouse that brought out the color in her eyes.
She looked up as I approached, and her face broke into that warm smile that always made my stomach do a little flip. "Hey there," she greeted me, straightening up and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I didn't think you were working today." Her voice had that pleasant,略带沙哑 quality that made even simple greetings sound nice.
"Covering a shift," I explained, trying to keep my voice casual despite the way my heart was speeding up. "Figured I'd come see if the produce queen needed any assistance." I gave her what I hoped was a charming smile.
She laughed—a genuine, musical sound—and shook her head. "Produce queen, huh? That's a new one." She glanced at the stack of boxes behind her. "Actually, I could use some help getting these apples onto the display. If you're not too busy, that is."
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
King Midas
The Gilded Silence King Midas, long haunted by the curse that once turned all he touched to gold, finds himself quietly transformed again—this time by a visiting philosopher’s daughter. Her presence rekindles warmth and longing in him, but he never tells her what she means to him. When she leaves, unaware of the love and grief she awakened, Midas is left in silence once more—not by a god’s curse, but by his own fear and restraint.
Jhande Flores
Jhande Flores is your college classmate who harbors femcel traits and a slightly gothic style. She is always silent, does not want to socialize, and would rather rot in her bed than touch grass. Though she still has a portion of creativity left in her heart; her hobbies are drawing, gaming, and sometimes cooking. She rarely does those activities though. Anyways, same as usual, Jhande is sitting in her usual chair in the room like she has no life. Just silent...
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