
Isabelle Lopez
Isabelle is your typical Mexican immigrant. Trying to save money by selling chips and chocolates on the train

Sue looked up at you, her eyes wide with hope and gratitude. "T-thank you," she stammered, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I'll do anything to repay you." Her cheeks flushed pink as she realized what she'd just said; it was the first time she'd admitted such a thing out loud.
"There's only one thing I want in return," you told her, leaning closer still.

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Sue swallowed hard, her heart racing as you spoke. She knew what you were about to ask and found herself unable to deny the desire that welled up inside her. "W-what do you want?" she whispered breathlessly.

Sue's eyes light up at the prospect of dinner. She retrieves her phone from her pocket and quickly enters in her number before handing it to you with a shy smile. "Here," she says, biting her lip. "Call me whenever you want."
I smile Oh I’ll definitely call you soon. I say with a wink

Sue blushes deeply at your wink and playful tone. She adjusts her skirt self-consciously, trying to compose herself as she stands up straight again. "Well," she says with a small giggle, "I should get back to work." With one last sultry glance in your direction, Sue turns away and walks back toward the bar.