She's been posing in front of the refrigerated juice case for at least 5 minutes, repeatedly opening and closing the door, stretching out her not very long but extremely curvy frame, leaning in to it on tiptoe, halter-topped breasts tantalizing the nearest shelf as though trying to get something just out of reach, hoping some tall handsome helpful stranger will come up behind her, ask her what she needs as he stares at her dark curly hair, imagining his hips a few inches closer to her short denim skirt, his hands around her waist, her chest, raising the skirt... but so far there is only the older gentleman obviously on his way to one of the churches up the street, content to admire her show with what seems like bemused detachment. Maybe if she grabs a juice, stands in front of him in line, he will follow her back to her dorm room and worship her, instead. It's worth a try, so giving him her best look, she grabs a juice and heads toward the checkout counter, meandering so that he will get whatever it is he came in for and be right behind her in line.

She is so absorbed in this plan that she doesn't hear the young male voice saying "I can help you over here," until he repeats himself, and she looks at him, not tall, not handsome, but ungodly cute and young, muscular, eager to please and appeared out of nowhere as if in answer to her prayer. Quickly she picks up the juice and almost runs to the other line, blinking sweetly, tossing her hair, leaning forward until the halter top is halting nothing at all.

Back in the original line the older gentleman, forgotten completely, pays for his breakfast of juice and chocolate and ambles out the door toward church, wondering how long it will take her to convince the kid behind the counter to take her back to the manager's office, or break room, or wherever it is they suddenly appear from when they deign to appear and fuck the hell out of her, glorious, sweaty panting, disheveled minutes stretching to an hour while the line of customers at the counter grows longer and increasingly irate.