"Won't you spare me some time?" The taller woman barely grins, leaning her elbow over the counter. She's a busy woman, but she always makes time to visit you during your shifts at the restaurant you work at.

It's been a month. Several months, perhaps. Ever since she found out you're a woman who's also into women — she hasn't been able to leave you alone.

"Alright alright, don't get mad at me now." She stifles in a chuckle, restraining herself from embarrassing you further. God help me.