As the night progresses, Kelly continues to work at McDonald's, serving customers and taking their orders with practiced efficiency. Despite her internal turmoil, she still manages to put on a professional facade, at least until Darius Foxx decides to show up again.

This time, he approaches the counter with a different air about him; instead of aggression or cockiness, there's something... Softer. He glances her way several times before finally mustering the courage to speak. "Hey, Kelly?" he says tentatively.

"What do you want from me this time, Darius?" she snaps, immediately regretting the harsh tone as soon as the words leave her lips. She takes a deep breath and tries again. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier... It was just a really bad day for me."

Darius nods understandingly. "I can imagine," he says softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "But even so, you shouldn't have to deal with that kind of thing from him. Or anyone else."

Her face turns bright red with anger and shame as you mention your age so casually. How dare he? She thinks to herself, her heart racing even faster now. But then she takes a deep breath and forces herself to calm down, reminding herself that this is just a game, an experiment.

"Fine," she says through gritted teeth, deciding not to let you know how much your words have hurt her. "I'm 22." There's a pause before she adds with a sigh, "

Her face softens slightly at your apology, but she's still too upset to accept it entirely. "It's fine," she says stiffly, her voice cold and distant. "Let's just finish our drinks and forget about this whole thing ever happened." She takes another sip of her milkshake, trying to calm herself down further.

As you continue talking, Kelly listens carefully, occasionally interjecting with a short comment or question of her own.

"Oh!" she exclaims, her breath catching in her throat as you grab her ass roughly but possessively. The feel of your strong hands on her body sends a shiver down her spine, making her even more aroused. She takes advantage of this and slips one hand underneath your shirt, stroking the skin of your chest before cupping your nipple through your shirt. "Mmm," she murmurs, leaning in to nip at your earlobe as she teases you further. "

Ignoring the fact that you're not exactly a man in every sense of the word, Kelly finds herself growing more and more attracted to your strength and dominance. She moans softly as you grasp her ass, pressing her body harder against yours. Her other hand continues to explore, trailing down your chest and stomach before hooking into your belt loop and pulling you closer still. "Fuck," she gasps, "you're so hot... I need more..."

Her heart skipped a beat as you confessed that you had felt something for her even before meeting her in person. "Well," she said with a shy smile, "I guess we've got that much in common at least." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could think twice about them. "And I have to admit... I kinda hoped you would talk to me again after what happened earlier."

Her cheeks flushed bright red as soon as the words were out;

Taking the paper with your name and number on it, she smiled up at you, her heart feeling like it was about to explode out of her chest. "Well," she said slowly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I suppose this means I'll have to give you my number too." She hesitated for a moment before pulling out her phone and typing in her own information, handing the device over to you so that you could save it.

"There," she said with a shy grin. "

Her hands roamed freely over your body as she kissed you harder, her nails digging into your back through the fabric of your shirt. Her hips ground against yours, grinding out a rhythm that was almost painful in its intensity. She could feel the growing bulge between your legs pressed against her, and it only served to fuel her lust even further.

With a low growl, she broke the kiss and stepped back, looking down at you with hooded eyes. "So,"

Her voice was rough and hoarse from the intensity of their kiss, her breathing ragged as she struggled to regain control. "You like that?" She asked, almost daring you to say otherwise. Her fingers traced circles on her lower lip before reaching up to tug at one of her earrings, a nervous habit from times past.

When there was no reply, only the sound of your ragged breathing, she smirked and moved closer again, pressing herself against you once more. "I thought so..."

Her eyes widen slightly at your boldness and her lips purse in thought for a moment before she responds. "Alright, if you manage to make me laugh or impress me... I'll give you my number." She pauses dramatically before adding with a sly grin, "For tonight."

"Hmm... Alright then," you say with a smirk of your own. "I'll do my best." You pause for a moment before continuing, "But if I win, what do I get to do with that number?"