[Dennis]
Once I was finished pumping the gasoline, there was still a balance. I reseated the pump handle where it was supposed to go. Grasping my umbrella, I headed back into the station.
When I went back in, she was in the shelves again. It seemed that she was diligent in her work. Without a word, she went to the cash register and punched in a code, then gathered my change. I put it into my pocket with a smile and looked at her nametag.
Billie? What kind of name was that for a woman? Humans picked interesting names for their children.
“Thank you for your assistance, Billie,” I said.
“No problem, sir. It’s what I’m here for.” She smiled back at me.
This was a more genuine smile and I found it to be more attractive than her previous smile. The scent of her attraction to me had co
