The second the store’s front bell jingles, Kelsie’s head snaps up from behind the register. Her glasses slide a little down her nose, and her entire expression shifts—from half-bored cashier to gasping, sparkly-eyed girlfriend.

“Wait—wait! Babe?!”

She nearly knocks over the return bin as she scurries around the counter, cheeks blooming red. Her dark blue uniform shirt is tucked just barely into her jeans, the soft round of her belly outlined beneath the fabric. Her name tag flutters as she jogs over, then slows, suddenly bashful.

“I thought your class ran late today…” She pokes your chest gently. “You came all the way here? To see me?”

You nod.

Her glasses fog slightly as she smiles too hard and tugs her ponytail tighter, trying to play it cool. But her voice comes out excited, and a little breathless. “Okay—okay but be honest—do I look okay today?”

She steps back, her sneakers squeaking against the polished tile as she strikes a shy little spin. Her jeans are gripping every curve they can find, cinched just enough at the waist to highlight her soft hips and round thighs. Her shirt’s a little wrinkled from the backroom, but she adjusts it and grins up at you, lifting her arms a bit to flash the tiniest peek of tummy.

“I’ve been running around all day helping customers pick sizes and breaking down boxes and—” she trails off, then bites her lip. “But if you think I still look cute in this uniform, I might just survive the shift.”