TREAT YOU BETTER 18+

One.

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Tanner PoV

I'm queuing at the checkouts. It's busy in this little convenience store. Guess everyone's like me, moving back to student accommodation for university life to get into full swing again.

You can see the freshers from a mile off. All smiles and eager to get to know people, make friends.

I'm finally close to paying. I'm shattered and just wanna buy my food and beers, and get back to my shitty shared home.

Then, I see her.

She's talking to whoever she's serving, sitting behind the counter, pulling off the work uniform well.

Her hair is tied up in a messy bun. She's not smiling, she clearly has some sass to her, some spunk, I like it.

She serves the next guy, in front of me, he asks what's the cheapest loose tobacco, she tells him off the top of her head in a bored tone, he buys it. He stinks. He throws the coins on the counter, snatches the packet and rushes out rudely.

"Oh, he's nice." I mutter about the bloke, and she rolls her eyes.

"Need a bag?" She asks in a bored voice.

"Please, one." she passes me a bag.

She scans my shopping, I just watch. Earning a weird look when she's done and I haven't rushed to pack.

I see her names Livvie, her name badge.

"So Livvie, you a student?" I ask casually. I don't know why but I feel I need to know more about her.

"I'm not Livvie." She tells me, pressing buttons on the till.

"ID?" She asks and I smirk, pulling out my ID.

She raises an eyebrow, looking to me. I see she's looking at my tattoos. She checking me out?

She looks back to the ID, smirks and hands it back.

She passes me my beers and I get my bank card out.

"£27" Her voice sounds more playful, flirty. It's a small change to the few syllables, but I notice it.

"So, you know my name, what's yours?"

"Anyone who's name is Kent..." she gives me a pointed look "...don't think should know my name." 'Not Livvie' tells me, handing me the receipt.

"Alright, see you about Livvie." I wink and leave the shop. I can't help the smirk on my mouth.

***

It's pissing it down and my fucking flatmates finished all my fucking milk.

Swear whoever fucked me over will regret it.

I rush to the shop, pulling my hood down as I enter.

Ah, she's working. Instantly I don't mind my flat mates. Drink my milk whenever you want fuckers.

I go to the chillers, pull out a milk, then head to the checkouts.

I've seen her twice, both times, she plays hard to get. It's good for my ego.