QOTD: I know I've asked it before, but it was a long time ago. What is your favorite imagine of mine?
You pushed through the mess of hangars, quickly scanning through the clothes. Nothing on the rack was catching your eye, so you moved into the next section.
Another shopper was shuffling around in front of you, preoccupied with a row of pants. Sensing each other's movement, both of you looked up at the same time, your eyes meeting.
"Hey, Liam," you said, recognizing your classmate.
"Hey," he said, eyeing the shirt in your hand. "You know this is the men's section, right?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm just looking for my cousin's birthday."
"Cool, well, nice to see you," he nodded, disappearing behind another rack.
"Damn," you whispered under your breath. You had never seen Liam in public before, even though when you were really bored you liked to imagine what would happen if you did. You thought about Liam a few times. Well, a moderate amount of times. Or all the time. Like every second of every day.
You picked out a shirt, and paid for it at the counter. You pulled out your shopping list and looked at the last item- tampons. You wouldn't be able to find those anywhere in the mall, so you drove to the store across the street.
You quickly moved on to the last shopping location of the day, making your way to the hygeine department. You looked over the choices, and reached out to grab a box when you heard Liam's voice.
"Hey. Twice in one day."
"Hey," you said uncomfortably, turning around with the tampons in your hand.
"Playtex. Nice choice," he said.
"What the hell!"
"Oh," he said. "I made it awkward."
"Yes! You did!"
"It was a joke! I'm sorry."
"Okay, stalker," you said, putting the tampons in your cart and walking away.
"Wait," he called after you.
"What now?" You asked, turning around.
"Want to catch a movie?"
"A movie?"
"Yeah, like in a theatre."
"Oh, well, yeah. I'd like that."
"Great," he said, catching up to you. "Let's go."
