Yes, you really should...

Flexing your “new muscles” wouldn’t hurt… time to see what magic you could weave…

And with that, you pushed your chest out and swayed your hips just that extra little bit. No longer did you avert your gaze, but locked your eyes with his. One hand on your purse-strap, the other swaying beside you, you strode towards the man behind the counter with a purpose. A small smirk crept at the corner of your mouth; This was the most confident you had ever felt, never once even coming close in recent years. Despite how this man was looking at you… No, because of how he was looking at you. It felt intoxicating.

You reach the counter, the man clearly interested in what he sees.

“Back again? Is there some way I can… help you?”

He smirks at his flirting attempts, apparently confident as well. Or just shameless…

Still, you make sure to lean forward onto the counter, arms set in such a way as to allow as much of a view down your shirt as possible.

“I was curious if you would do me… a favor?” You let the pause hang just long enough to get his attention.

He clears his throat, obviously slightly taken aback. Whatever unspoken “contest” was happening here, you were clearly winning, his composure starting to crack. You sway your hips a bit behind you for a little added flair.

“Of course I can. What exactly do you need?” he replies, managing to recompose himself.

What do you need? you ask yourself... Do you need to use a phone? Do you need a ride? Or…