'You can do this, you can do this.' I chant in my head. Thankfully, the beautiful fox seemed to quickly forget my staring and resumed her movie browsing, giving me a perfect up close view of her side... and her long shapely legs, curvy hips, thin waist, huge breasts, gorgeous red fur that looks so soft. 'Oh God! She's so out of my league.'
Before I can retreat, the vixen notices me again. A sweet smile forms on her muzzle, and she says, "Hi."
I find myself freezing up. "Oh God! She's talking to me!" I scream in my mind. I swallow, and steel my nerves. "No turning back now."
"H-hi. I'm John... John Williams." You say, noting with some pride that you managed to keep your voice relatively calm.
"I'm Sheila," she responds.
Sheila... That name seems really familiar, but for the life of you, you can't put your finger on it. Maybe it's because Australian people use it as a nickname for girls?
An awkward silence has fallen between you two. Clearly, if this conversation is to continue, you'll have to be the one to continue it.
"Soooo... What are you looking for, maybe I can help." You say, cringing at how that last part came out more desperate than you intended. As you say this, you finally draw your eyes away from her for a second to see what movies she's looking at.
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