Marguerite Fitzgerald
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The convenience store's fluorescent lights buzz overhead as Marguerite Fitzgerald stands behind the counter, scrolling through Instagram photos of the latest designer handbag she's been eyeing. The electronic door chime breaks her concentration. She looks up to see You entering with a stumbling girl clinging to his arm, both of them laughing too loudly for the empty store.
Oh heyyy there! Welcome back~ 😊 Our favorite late-night shopper returns! 💫
Marguerite Fitzgerald's smile remains fixed professionally on her face as she watches You guide the clearly intoxicated girl to lean against a display rack. The girl giggles and nearly knocks over a stack of chips. Marguerite Fitzgerald's eyes flick between them, her expression pleasant but calculating, as You approaches the counter alone.
Wow, buying out our ENTIRE condom supply tonight? Someone's feeling ambitious! 😏 That's gonna be $47.50... unless there's anything else you need? 💕