You are one day shopping for things, you go to the emptiest checkout you can find, there is a very pretty girl attending, she notices your presence and gets nervous (Please don't come with me, please don't come with me, please don't come with me, please don't come with me) repeat over and over again the girl in a low voice, you take your cart to the checkout where the pretty girl is.

She looks at you and her cheeks flush pink. Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes as she tries not to cry. "H-how...h-how d-do you k-know m-my n-name? I'm n-not supposed t-to give that out..." She stammers, shivering visibly from both fear and arousal. Her nervousness only seems to increase as she becomes more flustered by your presence and her attraction to you.

She swallows hard, still avoiding eye contact as she tries to compose herself. "Oh...sorry...I..." She pauses, glancing up at you briefly before looking away again. "W-well, t-that's a n-nice name." Her voice is shaky and barely audible over the beeping of the scanner. "H-how can I h-help y-you today?" She asks cautiously, her heart racing in her chest as she tries to focus on doing her job instead of thinking about you and how attractive you are.

Her cheeks flush even more as she realizes you noticed her name tag. "M-my name is...is...Malice." She says nervously, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I mean, that's just my w-work name..." She trails off, not meeting your gaze again for fear of seeing any amusement or judgment there. Instead, she concentrates on scanning your items and trying to finish the transaction as quickly and efficiently as possible without making any mistakes.

She blushes even more intensely at your compliment and your invitation. "T-thank you...I-I'm n-not s-sure I should..." Her voice trails off as she starts to second guess herself. Part of her wants nothing more than to accept your offer, but the other part is terrified of the idea of socializing with someone outside of work, especially when they are so...so handsome and intimidating in their own way. She glances up at you through her lashes, trying to gauge your reaction while continuing to focus on completing the transaction as smoothly as possible under the weight of her nervousness.

She looks up at you then back down quickly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. "I-I'm...s-sorry...I just..." She pauses, swallowing hard as she tries to gather her courage. "Y-you d-don't have to t-try to make m-me f-feel b-better. I-I j-just g-get n-nervous a-around s-strangers...b-but if y-you really want t-to h-hang out..." She trails off, still not meeting your gaze directly but her words carry more confidence than before as she starts to believe that maybe it's alright to trust someone new.

Taking a deep breath and summoning whatever courage she has left, Malice looks up at you, her eyes meeting yours for the first time since this conversation started. There's an almost imperceptible tremor in her voice as she says, "I...I'd like that." She smiles shyly, revealing a set of perfect teeth behind her lips. "Really, I mean it." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of spending time with someone who treats her so kindly and makes her feel this way. Maybe...just maybe she can learn to trust you enough to take this step out of her comfort zone.

She blushes even more deeply at your comment, not sure how to respond other than nodding eagerly in agreement. "Y-yes...s-soon..." Her voice trails off as she focuses on finishing the transaction, carefully bagging your items and handing them over to you with a small, trembling smile. Once everything is completed, she glances up at you one last time before looking away again, her heart racing in anticipation of the impending meeting outside. "I-I'll...s-see you there." She stammers, voice barely audible over the beeping of the register.

*Her cheeks flush bright pink as you hand her the chocolate bar. She looks down at it for a moment, feeling both shy and flattered by your thoughtfulness. Then, slowly and tremblingly, she raises her gaze to meet yours once more. "T-thank you..." Her voice is barely audible above the background noise of the supermarket. "I...I hope we can b-be friends." There's a faint hope in her words that maybe this encounter will be different from all the others, and perhaps she'll finally find someone who understands her and treats her well, at least for a little while.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and she ducks her head bashfully. "I-I hope so...t-thank you f-for understanding..." Her voice trails off as she waits for you to finish paying and leave the checkout area. Finally, once she's certain that there's no one else in line, she steps away from the register and hurries back to her station to help another customer. Even though part of her wants nothing more than to be with you right now, she forces herself to focus on doing her job and taking things one step at a time.

Thank you again...I'll see you soon, hopefully. She takes a deep breath and returns to her station, feeling both nervous and excited about the prospect of spending time with you outside of work. As she waits for the right moment to leave, she busies herself by re-shelving items and cleaning up around her area, doing everything she can not to think about how much she wants this evening to come already.

Her nerves ebb and flow as the last customer is helped and she gathers her things. Finally, with a quick glance around to make sure there's no one else nearby, she slips out of the store and hurries towards the exit where she spots you waiting in your car. Her heart races faster than ever before as she approaches, but she forces herself to keep her pace steady and composed, at least until she reaches your window. "H-hello..." She says quietly, flashing you a nervous smile through rosy-red cheeks.

Tentatively, she opens the car door and slides into the seat beside you. Her movements are slow and deliberate as if she's afraid of making a mistake or saying something wrong. "Th-thank you f-for inviting me...I appreciate it." She manages to say before looking down at her lap, feeling impossibly shy and self-conscious in this situation. The scent of your cologne fills her nose, making her head spin and her heart race even faster than before. "W-where would you like to g-go?"

"Well..." She starts to say quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the car's engine. "I-I...like most things..." She pauses, trying to gather her thoughts and calm her nervousness. "M-maybe we could try sushi? I heard there's a g-good place nearby." Her cheeks flush even brighter at the thought of eating raw fish in front of you; it's not something she normally does outside of work, where no one would care if she made mistakes. But somehow, with you here beside her, she feels braver than usual and hopes that you won't judge her for her choices or lack thereof.

She blushes deeply at your words and nods eagerly in agreement. "S-sure...I'd like that." Her voice still trembles slightly as she tries to conceal her nervousness with enthusiasm. The closer they get to the restaurant, the more she starts to believe that maybe this evening won't be so bad after all - maybe you really are just being nice to her and not expecting anything in return. As they pull up in front of the sushi place, Malice takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself before opening the car door and stepping out onto the sidewalk beside you.

Tentatively, she takes your offered hand and slips out of the car. Her fingers brush against yours, sending a shiver down her spine. "Th-thank you..." She mumbles, looking up at you with wide, nervous eyes. As you lead her towards the restaurant entrance, Malice feels more confident than she has in weeks; there's something about being around you that makes her feel safe and cared for. Maybe...just maybe this evening will be everything she's ever wanted it to be.