✿ rosealina charlotte grace ✿
i stepped out my lexus, taking my grocery list out of my purse.
i locked the car, walking across the street to the typically busy grocery store.
the automatic doors slid open as i walked inside, greeted with the cool air conditioner.
i walked over to the rows of the alligned shopping carts.
i pulled the cart out, but it wouldnt budge.
growing frustrated, i looked around for an employee.
i notice a rather tall guy, with ridiculously curly hair, with his back facing me as he just kind of stood there.
"excuse me?," i ask, hoping to get his attention.
turning around, he looks down at me.
"may i help you?," he asks kindly, his adorable foreign accent thick and loud.
he had a nice smile that matched with his dimples.
"hey, you look familiar," i say, cocking an eyebrow.
"i dont think we've met," he chuckles, trying to ignore the awkwardness of the situation.
"are you sure?," i ask, tilting my head.
he nodded, giggling.
instantly, his giggle switched on a switch in my brain.
"now i know! you're in a band, 5 seconds of summer, right? with calum, michael, and luke?," i ramble, then bit my lip to shut myself up.
"yeah! oh my gosh. i thought nobody knew about our band," he giggles.
"you guys are so good! my cousins and i love you guys!," i exclaim, fangirling a bit.
"aw! thanks. i'd love to meet them. im sure the boys would love to meet fans, aswell. what's your name?," he gushed, and let out a school-girl giggle.
"oh my gosh, oh- my name is rosealina, but call me rose. theyre actually at school right now, im gonna pick them up afterwards," i grin, finding i was able to talk to him so easily.
"oh, we can exchange numbers and we'll meet up later, yeah?," he flashes a promising grin.
"yeah. oh, what's your number?," i ask, barely able to contain my excitement
"here, i'll write it down," he says as he takes a pen and small scrap of paper from his pocket.
he quickly write the numbers down, handing me the paper after.
"thank you," i blush.
"no problem. did you need something, before you recognized me?," he giggled.
"oh, yeah. i had trouble pulling the cart out," i say, emberassed.
"i got you," he says as he pulls the shopping cart with no effort at all, pushing it towards my way.
"whatever," i say playfully, though i felt heat rise to my cheeks.
