Sweat began forming on Ben's head as he gazed at the waitress, waiting for her response. 'Did I push too hard?' He couldn't afford to fail, but every passing second made him more certain of that being the inevitable outcome.
'Say something!' Unbearable pressure squeezed on his hearts...
He knew this was it; the moment that would determine everything.
Live or die. Jizz or cry…
Then, he noticed a trace of something creeping up on the beauty's cheeks…a tinge…of red…
Her eyes also narrowed a bit, and the edges of her lips stretched… This, was an expression…of lust! "Oh, I'd have to see it to believe it."
After he processed the response, Ben's eyes gleamed, and he squeezed his fists in a tiny celebration!
She was interested! His line passed!
Returning her own charming smirk, the waitress made her own offer to Ben. "I'm working most of the week, but maybe on my day off, you could show me what you mean..."
