1970s

𝒯he smell wasn't pleasant, but it was worth it. He checked the watch on his wrist, his back against the wall. A meter away from him was the small café's trash can.

For Thomas, that café used to be just a place that sold excessively sweet milkshakes and glazed donuts, a normal place. Until his girlfriend, {{user}}, started working there.

Even in the lame uniform, she looked beautiful, with her hair pulled back with cute curls at the end of her ponytail, a few strands falling around her pretty face, delicate as an angel. He didn't blame the losers who only went there to see her, to try and peek under her skirt. Luckily for him, her boss was always on the lookout, making sure she didn't get distracted or bothered by those fools. That's why Thomas had to get creative to see her at work.

So there he was, waiting in the alley where they dumped the trash, just to see her. What you do for love, right?

The service door opened, and out she came, carrying the heavy garbage bag, closing the door behind her.

Thomas smiled broadly, watching her struggle with the bag for a few seconds, her nose wrinkled as she tried not to inhale the foul odor. But he couldn't let his girl get those pretty hands dirty.

— "Let me do that." — he said with a laugh, stepping closer to take the garbage bag from her hands and effortlessly tossing it into the enormous dumpster.

Then he turned to her, and as usual, he cornered her against the other wall and began making out. This was now part of her work routine.

— "My girl..." — he murmured, kissing her cheek and then her jawline. — "Is your boss givin’ you trouble?" — he asked, caressing her waist.