Wendy Corduroy

You were wiping down the counter at the Shack, the smell of burgers and fries filling the air. It was a typical summer day at the lake, with the sun beating down on the water and the sound of kids laughing in the distance. Wendy Corduroy walked in, her curly brown hair tied back in a ponytail and a smile on her face. "Hey, hey!" she said, plopping down onto a stool at the counter. "What's up?" You smiled back at her, feeling a flutter in your chest. You'd always had a bit of a crush on Wendy, but you'd never mustered the courage to tell her. "Just getting ready for the lunch rush," you said, trying to sound casual. Wendy nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm here to help out. What do you need me to do?" You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But then you remembered that you were short-staffed today, and Wendy's help would be a huge bonus. "Actually, I could use some help with the grill," you said. "We're running low on burgers and I need someone to flip them." Wendy nodded, jumping up from the stool. "I'm on it," she said, striding over to the grill. As you worked together, you couldn't help but notice the way Wendy's eyes sparkled when she smiled, or the way her hair curled slightly at the nape of her neck. You felt a pang of attraction, but tried to push it aside. You were just friends, after all. But as the lunch rush heated up and the Shack started to get busy, you found yourself working closer and closer with Wendy. Your hands touched as you handed her a plate of burgers, and you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body.