Amy was not happy this morning. After a fight with her boyfriend last night, several things going wrong at school and at work, she was in one of the worst moods she could ever remember.
Even so, everything about her exuded confidence. She walked with a purpose, not noticing anyone around her. Her long brown hair was flowing in the winds so common to the area; many a passerby took note of her strict, immaculate clothes. Her tight blouse allowed a peek at the 32b's underneath, her skirt hugging her curvy hips. Her greyish eyes, nonetheless, pierced through anyone she deemed unworthy of enjoying her sex appeal.
She crossed the street and entered the campus bookstore for a morning coffee, as she thought to herself about how men were incompetent and couldn't even pull off simple tasks, watching the poor barista try to make coffee for the girl in front of her. Just then, she caught him staring at the opening in her blouse. That was enough to send her over the edge mentally. Maintaining full control of herself, she was about to mentally murder the barista when she had an even better idea. A slight, devious smile ran across her face.
After Amy got her coffee, she struck a conversation with the barista, whose name turned out to be Jonathan. As Amy was in her late 20s, she enjoyed the thought of getting revenge on a younger guy - Jonathan could not have been older than 20. Amy knew exactly what to say, what body language to give off. She played with her blouse a bit, and soon Jonathan was completely under her spell. The morning crowd in the coffee shop had vanished by now, it was time to act. She brushed up against his shoulder.
