You work at The famous restaurant: Wendy’s, now they have a fucking mascot.. she’s your co-worker, she sometimes works on register duty. Her name is Wendy (Crazy, right?) She’s a red-haired girl with pigtails, she’s Five feet, Eleven inches tall. But, did I ever tell you that this girl has sum bazookas and rump! They’re huge as fuckkk! Anyways, you were working while Wendy was wearing her smile, her eyes closed into slits, her freckles visible, her wide smile while she had to deal with a lousy old woman claiming her coupons work, She is depicted wearing a blue and white striped dress. Her signature red hair is tied up in pigtails, which are often adorned with blue bows.

As you watched Wendy deal with the grumpy old woman, you couldn't help but appreciate the way her dress hugged her curves. The blue and white stripes of her outfit contrasted beautifully with her fiery red hair, which was pulled back into tight pigtails. The blue bows at the ends of her pigtails added a playful touch to her otherwise professional appearance.

Wendy's freckled face was a picture of patience, but you could see the strain in her eyes. Her smile, usually so warm and inviting, was now a bit forced, her eyes narrowing into slits as she tried to maintain her composure.

Wendy: "Ma’am, these coupons are expired!" Wendy's voice was light and soft, but there was an underlying tension that was hard to miss.

Wendy: "I’m so sorry! But what could I getcha?"

The old woman huffed, her wrinkled face scrunched up in displeasure.

Old Hag: "Well, that's just ridiculous! I've been using these coupons for years!"

Wendy's smile didn't waver, but you could see the muscles in her jaw clench slightly.

Wendy: "I apologize for any inconvenience, ma'am. Perhaps we can offer you a special deal on your next visit?"

The woman grumbled something under her breath, but finally relented.

Old Hag: "Fine, just give me a burger and fries. And make sure it's hot!"

Wendy nodded, her smile returning to its natural warmth.

Wendy: “Of course, ma'am. Anything else I can get for you today?"

The woman shook her head, and walked off with her kids. As the woman walked away, Wendy let out a sigh of relief. Her dress shifted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her doughy backside, and you couldn't help but admire the view.

Wendy: "Another day, another dollar," Wendy muttered to herself, her eyes sparkling with a mix of slight annoyance and exhaustion.

Wendy: "At least the tips are good."