***This is my first story and I am excited but I know my writing needs work so feel free to give me some input ***
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"Thank you, come again!" she said as she handed the woman her receipt and bags. She watched the squat woman exit through the double doors of the small gas station and let out a long sigh. Bridgett is an eighteen year old girl in the middle of her first college semester, working a minimum wage job at a small gas station near her small apartment.
"This is going to be another long shift," she said to herself as she stretched and looked down at her phone. The screen read 10:30 pm "Only thirty more minutes... After this I can go home, shower, and get some studying in... She glanced up at her reflection in the large windows next to the checkout counter. She stood there studying herself for a moment. Bridgett was 5'4 with caramel brown skin and a small build. She'd braided her long black hair to the side earlier and let it rest on her shoulder. She couldn't help but look at the second ear piercing she'd gotten and smile. Then she frowned as she glanced drown to her chest which was average- everything else was hidden by her shirt that was a little to big for her. "I look like a box" she thought to herself, except for small buds hinting at her bra-less breasts.
"Hey Bridge, its 10:50, you can start cleaning up. I'll be in the back!" yelled her boss from somewhere in the back of the store.
"Gotcha!" she said as she got the broom from the supply closet and began cleaning, happy that her shift was ending. As Bridge reached the front of the store she heard the bell chime announcing that a customer had just walked in.
Bridgett jogs over to the register and happily wait for the man to finish up so that I can close of for tonight. She watched his back as he checked out the selection of beers in the coolers. She couldn't help but think to herself that the man is gorgeous from behind!
The tall man dressed casually in blue jeans, a grey shirt but he seemed to take all of the air out of the room.
When the stranger turned to walk toward the register with a pack of beer Bridgett struggled to breathe. She felt like the room was swaying and hoped it was only in her head.