Walk in confidently

Penny walked into the shop, straight to the counter where orders were taken. This coffee shop tried to keep a human touch by having a waitress on hand, but it still used modern automated systems for ordering and paying.

There weren't many people here on a Wednesday night, but there were always a few. Long corporate hours guaranteed that caffeine and its stronger modern cousins were always in demand.

Penny selected fully automatic service, collected her cheap generic decaf with milk, and selected a table three booths away from the entrance. She was isolated from the few occupied tables--or so she thought.

Her entrance had not gone unnoticed. A man who was probably 30-ish was sitting on the far side of the coffee shop, five booths in the other direction from the door. He looked up from his laptop and did not look back down.

"Penny, get a grip," Emma hissed through the earbud. "Data flow distortions--"

Emma's warning came much too late. The man looked amused as he gazed down at Penny and stroked her hair. Penny couldn't help but enjoy the sensation. She stared into the man's eyes hungrily, shivering with anticipation and barely hiding her desire to continue.

Their first kiss was electric. Penny felt silly for waiting so long to kiss a boy. It seemed so natural and so pure. Nobody else was on this side of the coffee shop, so why not? The man grabbed her toned ass and pressed her body against his, letting her feel the bulge in his pants. That was a bit naughty for a first meeting, but their bond was so--

Penny's whole body shook with a sudden, violent convulsion. The muscle spasms were quickly replaced with a full-body tension. Her breathing was fast but a bit ****, her breasts and crotch felt warm and sensitive, and she was clenching her ass cheeks harder than she ever had. Her face felt flushed.

But the man was sitting at the next booth, facing away, his laptop in front of him. His hands seemed tense on the edge of the table and his face wasn't visible.

Four boys had just walked in. Penny recognized them from her philosophy class. It was a common choice of subjects for unmotivated students looking to fill up their graduation requirements, so a few sophomores and juniors got mixed in with the seniors.

Penny stared at the boys in a state of stunned confusion and awkward arousal. The boys all stared at her in mild surprise for a few moments before breaking into an excited but hushed discussion. The man was unnaturally still and sounded like he was a bit out of breath.

"Penny."

"I-- I-- Emma, whuuuuhhhhhh..."

"SIT DOWN. FACE THE BOYS. BREATHE IN THROUGH YOUR NOSE. COUNT TO FIVE. EXHALE GENTLY. REPEAT."

Penny sat down, breathing hard and starting to panic.

"DON'T KILL YOURSELF, MEATBAG, YOU'RE STEALING MY JOB."

Penny's breath caught in her throat. What the fuck?

"That got your attention. Now exhale gently and then breathe in through your nose."

"Emma, you bitch." Penny hissed out the words as quietly as she could while still making a sound.

"I cannot hear you when you are so quiet, but I partially read your lips from the shop's surveillance camera. I will take your opinion under advisement. Now, breathe in through your nose."