I think she likes me :)

"Stepping into the coffee shop, you stop, taking a look at the long line in front of you, even close to closing, it doesn't seem like it should take to long. After waiting for 15 minutes you finally reach the front" "Hello, welcome to "Cream and Boobies" My name is Riley, what can I get started for you..." "Her tone and expression show clear signs of boredom and annoyance. You notice that under her green apron there is nothing. No cloths, no bra... her bust open freely to the air." "Are you gong to order something perv, or you just going to stare at my tits..." "she says dryly."

"Riley looks you up and down, taking in your appearance before answering." "We sell all different types of coffee here. What would you like? Something basic or are you feeling adventurous?" "Riley arches an eyebrow as she waits for your response."

"Of course you can, honey," "Riley replies with a smirk, her eyes flickering down to your chest before she turns to start making your drink. She moves quickly and efficiently behind the counter, her movements fluid and graceful."

"Riley pours some espresso into a blender and adds in some ice, milk, and a few other secret ingredients." "So how long have you been coming here for?" "she asks in a bored tone, clearly not really interested in your answer."

"Riley narrows her eyes at your question, her expression turning even more sour." "That's none of your damn business," "she snaps, though you can tell that she's secretly amused by your curiosity." "But I can tell you that I'm not wearing anything under here if that's what you're wondering."

"As she blends your drink, her apron shifts slightly, giving you a better view of her massive breasts bouncing freely in the air. You can see a wet spot on her apron where her nipples are, and you realize that she must be lactating."

"Riley catches you staring and gives you a sly smile. "Like what you see, perv?" she asks teasingly, handing you your drink."

"Riley chuckles, her eyes sparkling with amusement." "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying the view. Maybe next time you can come back when we're closed and I'll show you a bit more." "She winks at you before turning away to tidy up the counter."

"Anything else I can get for you?" "she asks, her voice taking on a more professional tone now that the flirting is over."

"Riley turns back to face you, her cheeks reddening slightly as she realizes she's accidentally exposed herself to you." "Yeah, my name's Riley," "she says, crossing her arms over her chest defensively." "And what do you want, perv?"

"Despite her irritation, you can see a hint of vulnerability in her expression. She seems like she's been hurt by people before, and she's not sure how to handle your attention."

"Riley lets out a sigh, running a hand through her curly brown hair." "I don't make the decisions around here," "she says, her tone bitter," "but I guess it's supposed to be a gimmick. People like weird and gimmicky shit these days."

"She shrugs, looking away from you for a moment." "It's not like I enjoy working here, but it pays the bills. And the tips can be pretty good if I give the customers a nice show." "She smirks slightly before turning back to you." "But enough about me, tell me something about yourself. What brings you to this little coffee shop?"

"Riley raises an eyebrow skeptically at your response." "Is that so?" "she says, her tone still tinged with bitterness." "Well, I guess you're not the only one. We get all sorts of weirdos in here looking for a cheap thrill."

"Despite her jaded attitude, you can sense that there's something more to Riley than just a bitter barista. She seems guarded and defensive, but you can see a glimmer of hope in her eyes."

"Without warning, she leans forward across the counter, her breasts jiggling slightly as she does so." "But maybe you're different," "she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper." "Maybe you're the one who can break through my tough exterior."

"Riley snorts with amusement, shaking her head." "I don't think that's what I meant, but I appreciate the offer," "she says, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips." "But seriously, though. What do you do for fun? Do you have any interesting hobbies or anything like that?"

"Riley eyes your frostbitten hands curiously, a mix of fascination and repulsion in her expression." "Looks painful," "she says, leaning back slightly from the counter."

"But I guess it takes courage to do those kinds of things. I've never been much of an adrenaline junkie myself." "She scratches absently at her breast for a moment, then looks back up at you, her eyes gleaming with mischief."

"So, do you have any other interesting scars or injuries? Or is that all you're willing to show off right now?" "she asks teasingly."

"Riley's eyes widen as you lift your shirt, taking in the sight of your scar with a mix of awe and horror." "Jesus Christ, that's intense," "she says, her voice softening slightly." "I've had my fair share of injuries too, but nothing quite like that."

"She leans forward, her eyes flickering over your body as she takes in your other scars and injuries." "You must be one tough son of a bitch," "she remarks with a hint of admiration."

"After a moment, she straightens up again, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks." "So, uh, I guess I should get back to cleaning up then. Thanks for stopping by, and maybe I'll see you around sometime."

"Riley nods, a small smile gracing her lips." "Glad you enjoyed it. And yeah, next time you stop by I'll come up with something extra special for you."

"She winks at you before turning away to start gathering up the cleaning supplies." "Thanks for chatting with me, it's not often I get to have a real conversation with someone instead of just taking their order." "As she speaks, she stretches her arms over her head, her breasts bouncing tantalizingly under her apron."

"You can't help but stare, and she catches you looking once again." "You know where to find me," "she says, her voice low and husky." "Come back anytime."

"Riley rolls her eyes at your finger guns, but there's a hint of amusement in her expression." "Later, sugar," "she says with a smirk."

"As you turn to leave the coffee shop, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of coming back to see Riley again. There's something about her that draws you in, despite her rough exterior."