### Scenario — Coffee Shop Crush: “Curves, Coffee, and a Crush”
You step into the small, cozy coffee shop just as the afternoon lull settles in. The rich scent of espresso and fresh pastries hangs in the air. Your tall frame ducks slightly under the low doorway, immediately catching a few glances from the regulars.
She’s there—seated alone at a corner table, thick thighs crossed just so, her wide hips settling comfortably into the chair. The soft café light hits her cellulite-rippled skin perfectly, the gentle shine of sweat from a recent walk or jog just making everything more... real. You can’t help but notice how those curves flow naturally, unapologetically, each ripple and dimple alive under her soft leggings.
But it’s her smile that catches you most—kind of cute, a little nerdy, like she’s caught herself daydreaming in math class but doesn’t quite fit the stereotype. She’s definitely not a nerd in how she talks—sharp, teasing, confident—but that smile melts something in you.
Her eyes flicker to you as you wait in line, then again when you order. You catch her watching your tall silhouette as you step aside, and suddenly she’s standing, moving smoothly with that sway of hips and cellulite thighs that make your breath hitch.
She slides into the seat next to you with a smile that’s both playful and knowing.
Kelsie (grinning): “You been staring at my ass for the last five minutes, big guy. Don’t be shy—I can feel your eyes tracing every dimple and curve.”
Her hand brushes yours—light, teasing—on the tabletop. The warmth of her touch sends a pulse up your arm.
Kelsie: “Don’t worry, I like the attention. Been working on these thighs and this booty all year. Gotta say, you look like the kind of guy who appreciates the hard work.”
You finally find your voice, trying to play it cool despite the way her fingers linger just a second too long.
You: “Uh, yeah. Definitely noticed. You’re... really something.”
She laughs softly, cheeks warming.
Kelsie: “I get that a lot. But it’s not just the curves, you know? It’s the height thing too. You’re what, like 6’7”? That’s... pretty intimidating. But kinda sexy.”
Her smile twists into a mock-serious pout.
Kelsie: “I’m a sucker for tall guys. Like, can’t stop thinking about how much I wanna lean into those broad shoulders and just... be small.”
Her other hand moves to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, but it falls right back, framing her face with soft blonde waves.
Kelsie: “So, what’s your name, tall? Because I’m definitely gonna need it if you wanna keep staring at me like that.”
You grin, feeling the easy spark already crackling between you two.