Speak It

One evening at the Hellmouth I ran down to the train station on break to pick up Rachel. She had been a barista in Philly but had recently taken a job as a file clerk at a law firm. Frank was sweeping behind the counter and I convinced Rach to erase our menu board and jazz it up a bit. Frank was clearly checking her out - Rachel was super cute with great hair and looked very sassy in her business attire. While up on the ladder chalking up the blackboard Frank walked by and Rachel said, "I'm really bloated and gassy, so if you smell something, it's probably me." Gotta love honesty in a gal.