FYOP/Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0024
“Let me help you,” you offer, reaching for one of the bags.
“Oh!” she says with a surprised expression. “You don’t need to do that…” she smiles and begins unpacking the groceries. She moves to put away a box of cereal on the shelf behind you, and you politely step out of her way. She takes another box and pivots and you’re forced to move again, as you’re apparently still in the way. The third time this happens, you decide to stay where you are and she steps close to you, still smiling. “Pardon me, I just need to get behind you,” she says quietly, leaning past you. As she reaches with the box over your shoulder, one of her full breasts softly presses against your shoulder and she offers a quiet, “Oh! Excuse me...” Her face is inches from yours, her soft brown eyes looking into yours, her red lips in a hesitant smile, and throughout it all you hear the chittering of the aging electro-mechanical components processing your reaction and calculating hers. There is a dissonant buzz and she suddenly locks up, her face frozen in expectancy.