She's repeating the aisle code, her eyes darting about the shelves for the name she needs to ace this paper when she realises she's scanned the whole rack.
She spins to check the shelf behind her when someone slides into the narrow aisle as well, almost ramming into her completely.
Suddenly they find themselves wedged into this small space together, the brown-eyed girl with long hair and the short-haired girl with hazel eyes.
There would be space between them if hazel-eyes wasn't as busty as she was.
"I'm sorry," hazel-eyes whispers, embarrassed.
"It's OK," brown-eyes says, fixing her posture and then position a little so they aren't stuck anymore. Instead now, they stand face to face in the aisle, and hazel-eyes finds herself trapped in brown-eyes gaze. She tells herself to stop it.
She can't stop it.
YOU ARE READING
As They Come
Randomwords as they flow, stories as they come. nothing i think too hard about when writing, but they're the things i think too hard about to begin with.
