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"hija! Can you get more olives?" You heard your dad yelling from down stairs.
"Sure, I'll bring two cans!!" You jumped from your bed, already ready for your shift. You walked down to the storage and got two cans of olives. Holding the cans, you walked to the shop, hearing two voices.
"..... bonisima!" You recognized the voice, it was your dad, probably talking about the Italian woman he liked. A smile formed on your face.
"Cómo está tu hija, eh?" The voice was new, higher. He was a boy, a kid.
You walked to the front desk, putting the cans on it " Todo está bien, quién eres tú?" You leaned, looking at the boy who the voice belonged to.
He was about your age, He had a soft deep brown eyes, like a puppy, he had brown curly hair, who was messy, but looked like he was gelled in the morning, he had clear light skin, who was covered with light small freckles. He had thin lips, who looked stimuli soft, And big long eyelashes.
You realized you were staring when his voice snapped you from your thoughts "I have no idea what you just said..." The boy murmured, staring at you as well.
You smiled, he was extremely cute
"Thank you, hija. Your mother is calling. Do me a favor and make this boy number five with pickles and smush it down really flat" your dad told you and went out of the store, yelling and talking to his phone.
"So, number five" you said as you turned around, making the sandwich. "Do you have a name? Or should I just call you 'number five'?"
"Yes! I mean- parker, I mean- ugh. Um... P-peter parker, this is my.. name. Yeah." He stuttered.
You smiled to yourself, he's cute. "Are you sure? You don't seem so sure"
"Yeah. Um I- it's definitely my n-name"
You turned back, to face the boy. "Well, parker. It'll be five dollars" you smirked and hand him his sandwich.
"10, she deserves tip after this comment, don't you think, Mr. Parker?" Your dad walked back into the store.
Peter digged through his pocket, taking out a ten and a five bills. 15 bucks. "Here"
Your eyes winded, you didn't thought he would actually give you tip. "You really don't have to, you know. He's joking" you reassured him fast.
A soft smile formed on his face, causing your heart flinch and blush cover your cheeks.
