July / 1:43 PM
We're closed today because it's Sunday. I didn't have much to do because I live alone. Well, I'm not completely alone. I have a dog. His name is Ketchup.
I was on my way to the grocery store so I could make some spaghetti for Ketchup and I. My mom tells me not to give him people food because that's not healthy for dogs, but he's basically a four-legged baby. And he loves spaghetti.
I pulled out of the neighborhood parking lot, heading to the store.
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Alisha
I had to get some pasta for my lasagna. I ran out. I have the ground turkey, cheese, pepper, and all that special stuff. All I need is pasta.
I decided to grab a few cups of Greek yogurt on my way to the starch aisle. It wouldn't hurt anyone if I broke open a cup so I grabbed a plastic spoon out of my backpack and went to work.
I earned a couple stares as I enjoyed my yogurt. Oh well.
Turning into the starch aisle, I see the one person I've been trying to avoid. He was very focused on the pasta and eventually did a squat to reach the bottom shelf (that man is tall as fuck). His ass is pretty nice though.
Maybe I can get my pasta without him noticing me. But of course, with my luck, "Hey!" a deep voice yells from the end of the aisle. I thought it was Calum but nope, someone snitched.
"Buy it or get out." The deep-voiced male said with his little grocery store uniform on. And let me tell you, his voice did not match his body. he was shorter than me and trust me, I'm short.
And to my demise, Calum looked over and saw me. I couldn't read him. He looked both disappointed and sad.
Calum
I haven't seen her since last month. I mean sure, we're only two weeks into July but the agreement was at least once a week. She looked at me and smiled like it was nothing.
I watched what was going on carefully. All I heard was "Buy it or get out," from the little employee and I saw the opened yogurt cup in her hand with the spoon hanging out of her mouth. I idn't know she was a troublemaker but I should've guessed that.
Hesitantly, she pulled a five dollar bill from her pocket. "Buy it." She said as if she was picking an option from a menu. She placed the bill in his hand and walked towards wherever she was trying to get to. I waited a moment before I decided to approach her.
"Two weeks." I said behind her. "What?" She replied as if she didn't know what I was talking about. "It's been two weeks." I said, trying to sound stern. "Dude, I was there last week." She said, seeming to get angry. If anything, I should be the angry one. Who the hell does she think she is? "You weren't." I said. I know for a fact she wasn't there.
"You were off." She lied again. "Liar. I don't take off." I said, nearly gritting me teeth. "You must not have a life." She teased. I rolled my eyes because her back was still turned. It's not that I don't have a life, I just don't find many things interesting. She turned to face me.
"You look pretty sexy out of uniform," she smirked "I like it."
I couldn't stay mad at her. I remained silent, though.
"Give me your number," she said as she pulled her phone out of her back pocket "call me when you want to see me." She handedme her phone.
"I wanna see you out of uniform more often."
At that point, all I could do was nod. She's so overwhelming and charming I really couldn't deal with it.
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