Coca-Cola factory
“Hey girl,” he said.
“Oh. Hey.” She turned her head away shyly.
“What you doing tonight?” he lured.
“I think I’m going out.” She answered flirtatiously. “What about you?”
“Chilin’. Come here,” he said as he casually leaned against the Range Rover.
“What’s up?” She was nervous.
“Look.” He pointed at something.
‘Oh,” she was shocked.
“You want some?” A sly smile crept across his face.
“Uh, how much?” she asked.
“Whatever you want to pay, beautiful,” he winked.
“I think I’ll pass.” She began to back away.
“Aww come on,” he coaxed.
“I’m not into soft-drinks. Thanks,” she walked away.
“But it’s now a collector’s item! They don’t make them in glass anymore!” He really needed to sell the Coca-Colas since he had bought 25 cases before they retired the glass kind. What was he going to do?