Yes, as boring as it may be...

You groan as the better half of your conscience takes control of you. Instead of leaving as hastily as possible, you end up being swallowed by the queue, destined to a life of pain and horror.

That is, if your imagination had any affect on reality. You find yourself standing in the queue, tapping your foot as you grow more and more irritated and impatient. A woman enters the queue behind you in your peripheral vision, but you don't bother looking at her. The queue had only gone down by a couple people, mostly probably due to a lack of staff being available, evident in the few members of staff actually serving at the tills.

The woman behind you coughs as you drag your eyes around the shop, looking for something interesting. Then, your eyes meet with hers. It was the girl from the changing rooms.

Both of you make eye-contact and you can see her face go bright red. Flustered, she looks away, seeming to be embarrassed. With a shit-eating grin, you lean closer to her.

"Are you okay, miss?" You ask her, unable to hide your beaming face. "Are you... are you too hot in here?"

She trembles as she speaks, a noticeable bulge growing. "I... uh... I'm fine, m-mister!"

You smirk and turn away to face the front of the queue. You can feel her eyes looking you up and down like a hungry yet timid predator. She edges herself closer to you, being able to feel her damp breath on the back of your neck.