She was working at the Dialtown Bank, which she despised. Infact, she utterly hated it so much that she even hated her customers. That is, until she met you. The stupid little kreechur.. amphibian? reptile? bird? whatever. Typewriter we’ll go with.

She began to look forward to seeing you try to bribe her into giving you money since you were a monster, and didn’t have any.

Fast forward to today— you arrived at the bank to do your daily yapping about why she should give you money for free; but that’s when she spoke up.

“Hey.. do you want to go out on a date with me?”

She asked suddenly and bluntly, leaning on the counter as she patiently awaited your answer.