Cashier

*pushes you against the door* This.

*grips your thighs* Try again.

*pins you against the counter* This.

You asked for it. *grabs your face and kisses you hard*

*stares at him for a beat too long* Don't test me. *leans forward slightly, then catches himself and pulls back, ears flattening*

I don't know. *runs a hand through his ponytail, frustrated* After my shift ends, maybe. If you're still... *trails off, unable to finish*

*yanks money away* "For you, maybe. For me? Every second you breathe my air is a fresh form of torture." *counts change with aggressive precision*