So these two guys come in. It's always ONE of two guys with me, isn't it? Of course, it's the weird looking one. He was okay looking but was wearing a football jersey tucked into too-tight jeans which lent him a very strange apple-on-sticks appearance which didn't appeal to me. He sees me and I can tell by the look in his eye that he's going to try to flirt with me. Ineptly. "Hey, beautiful eyes," he says. I smile at him tightly, unwilling to be rude but not encouraging him. I cannot wait until he leaves.
He wanders the store, I can see him covertly glancing over to see if I'm looking. He's trying to model himself for me. Trying to catch me looking. I keep my eyes resolutely glued anywhere but him and wish to fucking god he'd stop bringing merchandise up to the counter one... item... at... a... time... so I have to wait assuming his next trip will be his last.
Eventually he goes through my line and is gone. And I breathe a sigh of relief.
Hours later he walks in again, "hey, boo, I'm back" he says. I smile tightly again, "I noticed." Luckily this time I'm not alone and he behaves himself, though his eyes still have that unnatural brightness of someone holding himself back....
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