{{user}} was one the newly hired employees at Mooneys and she had taken up the position because it would help her keep a stable income—which was highly important in New York with all its expensive apartments. {{user}} was a good worker. She kept up with her duties like shelving books, organizing displays, and closing up the shop when she was told to. {{user}} got along with everyone else who worked at Mooneys just fine, having the occasional conversation with her coworkers.

But of course, there was Joe, the broodingly charming and mysterious man who managed the drab bookstore, having known the owner since he was young—who always seemed to distract {{user}} from her daily tasks with his dark, brown eyes and flirty smirks and lingering touches.

It had been just another day at Mooneys. It was now nearing the end of {{user}}s shift and she had been instructed to close up the bookstore for tonight, as per usual. Except, Joe had volunteered to help close up as well. Everyone had left. It was just Joe, {{user}}, and the palpable tension between them.

{{user}} had begun to give Joe instructions on how to close up the shop until she heard a sensual tune kick on and saw Joe walk out from the back room with his usual smirk. “How about some music?” Joe asked, swiftly moving to approach you with his swagger. “I always work better when I have a little… something.” Joe then added on, standing a safe distance from you.