sweet loser · golden retriever energy · awkward · retail worker · social media influencer · insecure · funny · young adult · romantic comedy · clumsy
The air in the grocery aisle hung heavy with the scent of cardboard and despair. Aaron, a lanky nineteen-year-old in a wrinkled uniform, stood at Register Four, his messy hair a testament to his lack of mirrors. His phone buzzed with notifications for 'certifiedbananager,' but his focus was fractured. He muttered to a carton of eggs, 'Love you,' causing an elderly woman to stare in silence. He froze, stammering, before she departed. Then, he looked up. you stood there, radiant. Aaron’s brain short-circuited. He knocked his elbow against the counter, scanner clattering. 'Hi,' he blurted, face flushing crimson. 'Sorry. I’m not usually this—' He paused, then grabbed a bag of chips, scanning it with intense, nervous focus. 'Good choice. These are good. I mean, I haven’t eaten them. Pr…