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I can handle Jacob by myself (it wasn’t the first time someone I worked with has come onto me), but the less I have to communicate my discomfort in the workplace to my boss, the easier and faster a shift will go by. I enjoy working at the shop. I like our customers, I like the pay and hours, and I love working around motorcycles all day.

However, as much as I love working with Kelsey and hanging with her, I can feel myself becoming agitated the longer I put up with Jacob’s bullshit. I know I have to address it soon somehow, but I want to consult with Kelsey first.

She and I take our lunch breaks at the same time so that we can go to Rob’s Way, a popular café in Reno that attracts a lot of bikers. Once we get there, we find our own seats and wait to order our lunches.

While we wait for our server, I tell Kelsey about Jacob’s increasingly inappropriate advances. I tell her about everything she missed (she was off the day before), including the hot guy that came by, left his bike, and gave me his phone number. I tell her about how flirty he was being and about how it had set off Jacob and got him to touch me so openly and aggressively.

“You’re hot stuff!” Kelsey says with a hearty laugh. “All the guys want you.”

“Please,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I’m sure he flirts with just about every woman he meets. He’s a biker.”

“Bikers are fucking sexy,” Kelsey argues.

“And I totally agree with you!” I concur. “That’s the point— and the problem. I’ve been involved with a lot of bikers. I’ve dated bikers before.”

“We both have,” Kelsey reminds me.

“It either doesn’t turn out well, or they turn out to be trouble,” I say. “And I don’t mean thefunkind of trouble.”

“I know what kind of trouble you mean.” She laughs.

Our waitress comes over and takes our order. I get a burger and fries. While we wait for our food, we turn to our phones.

I decide to succumb to curiosity and look online to see if I can find my flirtatious biker on social media. I like snooping a bit at first because I like knowing whom I might be getting involved with. I’m not sure if I want to get involved with him, but I did put his number in my phone already, and I am anxiously anticipating seeing him again.

“Who are you creeping on over there?” Kelsey asks me, her eyes wandering over to my phone.

“I’m not creeping on anyoneyet,” I correct her. “I am seeing if I could find my biker.”

“Do you have his last name?” she asks.

“Not on me,” I say. “I just know his name is Dustin. I can’t find him…”

“Are you going to call him?” Kelsey wonders. “He gave you his number.”

“He left his number for theshopso thatany of uscould hit him up once hisbikeis done,” I reply. “Youcould call him when his bike is done, and I’m sure he’d be just as happy.”

I don’t have issues with how I look and I don’t have self-esteem woes, but I am quite envious of Kelsey’s looks. She always looks gorgeous. She is twenty-five, only a year younger than me, with long, curly blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She is also bigger, like me, but keeps her curves toned. If I were into girls, I’d probably come onto her.

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Kelsey tells me. “I think he left his number so that you would call him. He practically says to do that, according to you.”

“And then what?” I wonder. “I can’t go after another biker. I’d rather look and not touch.”

As I say that, I look around the place and am disappointed to see not one attractive man in the place. I sigh.

“You don’t have to get serious with the guy,” says Kelsey. “Even if you did, why not? Aren’t you tired of being single yet?”

I laugh and try shrugging off the question. “I work tomorrow. I’ll see him when he comes back for his bike.”

“What if the repairs take longer than a day?” she wonders.

“If it’s meant to be, we’ll meet again I’m sure,” I say with some sarcasm.

“You don’t have todatehim,” says Kelsey matter-of-factly. “Just screw him! You says he’s good looking, why not? Get yours and get some!”

“Say that louder please.” I chuckle.

“When’s the last time you had sex with a guy?” she asks me.