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»when our eyes locked

I remember that night.

I sat behind the counter, too distracted with whatever was in my phone's screen to notice you coming inside. The only thing keeping my eyes open was the amout of light in the gas station. Your eyes layed on me every chance they got, I could feel it.

That's why I eventually looked up from the screen.

But you had already turned away from me, and only your hair peeked from behind the shelf. As I heard the clicking of the glass bottles you were shuffling through, I tried to get a glance of what you looked like but was unable to.

Then my phone rang.

I almost dropped it due to the surprise, but I was glad I was getting a call. It kept me up.

"Yeah?" I cleared my throat after realizing how raspy my voice sounded.

His voice on the other end faded before it could even get inside my ears. My eyes were laid on you as you turned around again.

I catched your eyes for a split second and I could swear I saw you curl up a smirk before you drifted your gaze away from me.

"I'm listening." I finally replied to the patient voice on the other end, trying to hold my atention.

But he wasn't. You were.

The only thing I was listening was the sound of your steps, coming closer and closer.

I followed you from the corner of my eye, until you were in front of me, swiftly taking your wallet out of your jeans' pocket.

You clipped a bill between your fingers and extended it towards me, eyeing me almost jokingly. I realized I had dropped my hand to my side, and that the person kept talking on the phone.

Even so, I let him be.

I took the bill away from your fingers and opened the register, feeling you watch every move I made. I took your change out and you opened your hand.

I looked up at you before I dropped the coins onto your palm. You stick them in your pocket, and turned around.

Just as the doors opened for you to go out, you turned your head and spoke up. "Thanks."

I remember how confused I was as you smirked cynically and rushed to the car that was packed with your friends.

The pieces only fit together once I was told there was a fake bill in the register two days later, and I wondered why would eyes as pretty as yours lay on fake bills like that.