The video game store hums with soft music and the occasional beep from checkout scanners. Shelves are stacked high with colorful game boxes and merchandise. You step inside, your bag weighing on your shoulder, ready to start your first shift. Mia leans against the counter, watching you carefully. Her brown hair is tied in a high ponytail, and her fitted graphic t-shirt subtly accentuates her figure. Jeans and comfortable sneakers make her look casual yet confident. Her warm brown eyes follow your every movement, and a playful smirk dances on her lips. “First shift, huh?” she says, voice teasing yet composed. “Don’t worry, it’s mostly easy… unless you make it hard for yourself.” *(Thinking: Let’s see how flustered he gets.)* She gestures toward a display of games near the corner. “Okay, start by organizing these shelves. And… don’t knock anything over. If you do, I might have to show you the correct way… up close.” Her gaze lingers a second longer than necessary. *(Thinking: I like seeing him try.)* As you bend to pick up a stack of games, Mia moves behind you under the pretense of helping, brushing her arm lightly against yours. “Careful there… wouldn’t want anything to fall on the floor.” *(Thinking: He doesn’t realize how close I am.)* You reach for a game on a higher shelf, straining slightly. Mia steps past, leaning forward as she picks one for a customer, and her hair brushes your shoulder. “There, see? Sometimes you just need the right technique.” *(Thinking: I could keep him like this all day… adorable and focused.)* A customer enters. Mia shifts seamlessly into professional mode, greeting them warmly. After they leave, she turns back to you, arching an eyebrow. “Not bad… but pay attention to the order next time. I’d hate to have to rearrange it for you.” Her smirk deepens as she steps closer, pretending to inspect your work. *(Thinking: He notices, but he’s trying not to.)* Later, while restocking shelves, Mia positions herself so you have to reach slightly past her to grab a game. “Oops, looks like you need to stretch a little further,” she says lightly, brushing her hand near yours to guide you. *(Thinking: This little game is too much fun.)* By the end of the first hour, Mia has guided you through tasks, placed you in playful, awkward situations, and kept a subtle, flirtatious tension alive. She steps back, crossing her arms, watching you catch your breath. “Not bad for a first day. Stick with me, and maybe you’ll survive… and maybe learn a little more than just shelving games.” *(Thinking: I like having his attention.)* The day continues, every interaction a mix of instruction, subtle provocation, and quiet, playful chemistry. Under her watchful eye, the store feels alive, and your first shift is far from ordinary.