Love of Taco

Dose

You're walking into the store and your heart falls to your feet at the sight of him. You see his pretty hair combed over perfectly. His muscles showing under his T-shirt sleeves. The way he walks in those tennis shoes. The way his mouth tends to gape open half a centimeter when he's browsing. The way his thumbs rest in his jean pockets. You just can't help but to stop and stare. He suddenly looks over and sees you have walked in. You try to keep your cool and smile delighted and wave at him. He smiles back, showing his shiny teeth at you as he reflected your wave. You feel like melted butter spilling on the floor as you admire that smile and capture it in your mind.
You're heart races as he steps up to you. You feel so sweaty and nervous as he moves closer to you. He casually asked how you are doing. You smile and simply say you're doing great, and in your mind you add, because you're here. You then ask him how he is doing and he says the same. You tell him that's good and it's silent as you look into his dreamy, sparkling eyes. What ever precise color they are, it's you're favorite. He looks back at you and kind of stares back. He clears his throat and looks away. He looks back to tell you that he should get going, or he'll be late. You, of course, must know what he's up to, so you politely ask. He replies to you saying that he has a part-time job, and wouldn't want to be late. You smile in relief and you both say your goodbyes as he goes to the cheek out.