Try to explain yourself.

You scurry up to her as fast as you can, but keep your voice quiet. You explain that you aren't that kind of girl, and it's just because you lost a bet. You're not completely lying, anyway. She stares back at you blankly. Hopefully, she's believing your rambling explanation.

"Oh... Hehe. I'm sorry to hear that," she says with a tiny smile.

You breath a small sigh of relief at her response. Slowly, you start to prepare to leave and begin your shift, as worries as you are, but you hear her quiet voice behind you.

"What if I tell everyone?"

Your brows furl and your skin turns pale. Was that a threat? You turn around and ask her what she means to see a mischievous little grin on her face.

"Well," she continues. "I could tell everyone, or you could convince me to be quiet about it..."