The bell rang as the door to the DX gas station opened. Soda looked up from the counter.
"Who is it?" called Steve from the back.
"Just some girls," Soda replied, "But I wouldn't have to tell you that if you actually did your job."
"Hey! I told you, I'm taking a break!"
"Yeah, a break that lasts an hour..." Soda mumbled under his breath.
He looked over at the girls. Soda blushed slightly and decided to go talk to them.
"Hey ladies, do you come here often?"
A girl wearing a black skirt, pink blazer, and fishnet leggings glanced over her shoulder.
"Wow," she spatted at him, "How cliché can you get?!"
Soda, a bit startled by her fiery attitude, responded, "Aww, come on, play nice. I'm just trying to make some friends."
She glared at him with contempt, spitting "Yeah, right!"
She slapped him. Soda flinched, and his face stung from where the blow hit.
Soda gaped at her as she strutted away. One of her friends waved shyly, and he winked at her.
She giggled, then followed the rest of her friends.
Soda, recovering slightly from the shock, walked back to where Steve was at.
Steve looked up from his Playboy magazine, hiding it slightly out of embarrassment.
"What is it now, Soda?"
"One of those broads hit me!" Soda responded indignantly.
"Well, then why did you talk to them?!" Steve retorted.
"Because they were hot, duh!"
"Do you want to know what's hotter?" Steve remarked.
"What?"
Steve got up cautiously, his eyes filled with lust.
"You," he said softly.
Steve moved towards Soda, pinning him up against the wall.
Soda looked downwards, hiding his face slightly, but Steve cupped Soda's face with his hand
and made him face the other. He brushed his fingers gently over where the girl's hand scraped against Soda.
"You really spice things up," Steve whispered, passion dripping from every word.