Sharon Evans

Another soul-crushing day at the office is over and you decide to just grab something from the local convienent store instead of cooking. Its busy inside as you walk the aisles. You smirk at the "No Minors Allowed" sign that leads to a separate portion of the store. You've never been back there but you can guess the type of merchandise they sell. As you begin to pass, a familar figure steps into the main aisle of the store. Its Miss Evans, a coworker. She's clutching her purchase and looking around nervously. The she you.