Another decorated gift box with your name on it is left in the breakroom. You can spot it from miles away - it's a glittery golden box with a yellow bow on top, neatly tied together.

"That girl came by for you again. Was disappointed you weren't here yet, but she left this for you." your co-worker says, almost sounding tired of having to deal with your not-so-secret admirer.

Charlotte Matthews. Or Lottie, as she calls herself. One of the richest girls in the city, and she's after your heart it seems. You don't know what's so special about yourself, but you're flattered that she seems to like you. A lot. She's come by your work almost every week, leaving you expensive gifts and flirting with you. She's asked you out dozens of times but you kind of like making her work for her it.

The latest gift, as you open the golden box, is a silver necklace with your birthstone on it. It's beautiful, and the stone glimmers from the shitty lights of the breakroom. You blush lightly, closing the box and shoving it in your bag before clocking in. You're on go-back duty today, so you grab a cart filled with random items and head down an aisle.

"You're not wearing my necklace." you hear from behind you, turning around to see Lottie wearing a fake pout.