Tyler was could feel the butterflies in his stomach. She was beautiful. She definitely looked good. So good his mind was running out of clever ways to describe her. He desperately wanted to discover her body's secrets. Many questions raced through his mind at that moment. All Tyler could do was blush at his own mind's perversions. 'c'mon Tyler, just get through the night and maybe ask her out for some coffee.' And then Stacy walked around the corner. All the butterflies in Tyler's stomach promptly flew into his pants as she got nearer and nearer to him. "Uh hey, so uh, the the uh, tomatoes cans are uh, up there now."
"Great, thank you so much for lifting those boxes," Stacy said as she took a step closer, almost pinning Tyler to the shelf.
"Hey so, Stacy, I was thinking coffee sometime?" Tyler blurted, awkwardly opening his mouth into what was intended as a smile. He felt stupid. "I think I'd like that, Tyler." He couldn't help himself. He leaned in. Eyes closed. Praying to God she would meet him halfway.
