Head to work.

You arrive at the horrible little clothes store you work at half an hour late. You sign in and get out on the floor quickly without seeing your boss, but you know he'll have seen you on the monitors. That plus your friend Jess is making eyes at you from the register where she's working that makes you think he must've already been asking about you.

Sure enough, before you've even had a chance to catch your breath, and while your trembling fingers are trying to refold a display of cardigan tops, you see him striding towards you across the shop floor. God, you're shaking with the trauma of what happened to you this morning, this is the last thing you need.

Jeff isn't a bad guy, but he doesn't have much of a sense of humour and he takes assistant managing this crappy little boutique much too seriously. He's not bad-looking either you suppose, and he clearly works out, but every now and then he's a little inappropriate at work. Nothing too sleazy, just... he seems like he like the day-to-day running of a young woman's clothing store a little too much.

"Holly, a moment in my office please." He's only a few years older than you, but he acts like it's a whole lot more.

"Uh, uh, um... sure," you stammer, still shaken from this morning.