Creepy.

Ever since you'd started working here, there was a girl who seemingly had an eye for you. Eva, or so she let her name known to you the *second* after meeting you, would message you on your phone all the time, and would send you weird selfies while she described her daily activities to you. Standing at 6'3, and pretty chubby, it was pretty nerve-wracking to think you had someone like that following you. Almost every time that you were at work, she would show up, through some awful coincidence. She would order a coffee, and just sit and terribly attempt to secretly stare at you.

As she barged through the door, her eyes lit up at the wonderfully serindipitous fact that you were working again. Walking up to the counter, in a short plaid miniskirt and low cut v-neck which nearly let all of her boobs out, she leaned over the counter, in an attempt to give you a 'full' view. "Hey Doug" she said, half seductively and half cringe-worthy. "Hey Eva. Just a coffee again today?" She retreated back over the counter, pulling her long brown hair into a ponytail before giving you a subtle nod and a wink. "You know me. How's it going handsome?"

"One coffee will be four dollars please. I'm doing good Eva."

She smiled, awkwardly, before pulling a crinkled up, wet, ten dollar bill out of her bra, handing it to you. "More where that came from for you, keep the change." You shuddered. _How _was she so awkward?! She wasn't bad looking, to say the least. But wow. You put the money in the till and began making her drink. She always asked for milk and sugar in it, so you put in a good amount before calling her to the counter to get her drink. She smiled and put her hand over yours as she grabbed the cup, before returning to her seat. As she walked back, you could've sworn she was trying her hardest to sway her ass in front of you. Regardless, there was a huge line, so you got to work and began serving other customers. After about ten minutes, Jan comes out from the back kitchen area, and tapped you on the shoulder. "Doug, you have a customer at the counter who looks a little upset." Looking over to your right, you saw Eva standing there, with a pouty look on her face. "Don't worry, Doug," Jen said, punching your shoulder. "I'll cover the register while you deal with your lover over there!" You walked over, only to have Eva thrust the cup in your face. "You forgot my milk, Doug! C'mon." Confused, you set the cup down on the counter. "Eva, I put milk in there." "It was black! Taste it!" Looking at Eva, your mind resisted every urge to just walk away, but, remembering the 'FutaBux Guarantee,' stating every employee had to taste a customer's drink (if there was a problem with it), you brought the cup up to your lips. It tasted like a normal coffee, except with a slightly nutty aftertaste, almost similar to the milk you use in the store. There was definitely milk in it, you thought. "Nothing wrong with it, Eva." She smiled, almost a little too wide. "It's no biggie. Can you just put some more in?" Agreeing to her request, you brought her the jug and poured a bit more milk in it.

"Doug. I had a question, by the way. Would you want to come have dinner with me tonight?" The sheer awkwardness of her absolutely baffled you. "Sorry Eva, I'm working late tonight and there's tons of customers now. I have to get back, sorry." Her smile quickly faded as you went back to serving the queue. Almost forty minutes later, with that weird confrontation out of your mind, your manager, a relatively attractive woman in her 30s, came out of her office. "Hey, Doug." "Oh, hi Emma." "Slight thing I want to talk to you about. Can you come in with me to my office?" You follow her, and sat down on the couch. "So, Doug." Emma continued,