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It wasn’t that Jesse minded working at the mall at all. In fact, if he actually hated his job as much as he pretended to, he would’ve been gone a long time ago. What really bothered him was the fact that it seemed like the radio station played the same songs over and over again. Working there had pretty much meant learning all of the words to Africa by Toto by force. It was like his own special hell cooked up just for him. He didn’t know Blake very well but he knew her enough to know she worked at the radio station and that was enough to make her at least a little bit cool in his book.      Smoke break be damned. He tossed his half smoked cigarette on the ground and walked closer to the blonde. “Hey, Radio Gaga.” Jesse flashed her a somewhat friendly grin before he furrowed his eyebrows. “Don’t know how much input you have, but you think you can tell your bosses to play I wanna dance with somebody less? I’m starting to dream about Whitney singing to me personally.” He stated flatly. “Unless they want me to come down there and tell them myself, I mean.”