the one where she's asked why

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*Flashback*

He stepped into the store, hand in the pocket of his adidas sweatpants, wallet in his other hand.

He walked around the store, looking for those cans of Ravioli that he had become oh so accustomed to back at college.

After this morning he just needed something simple to eat.

He finally found them, picking up many cans and taking them to the cash register.

There was a television on the wall, it was on a news channel.

There was something on about an anniversary involving some sort of sakura tree or some shit.

He wasn't paying attention that much.

The cashier was a woman.

She was young.

About his age, he thought.

She had nice eyes.

She was staring at him.

"Hello." she said, looking him up and down.

"Hi."

She began to ring things up slowly.

She bit her lip and he stared at her, uninterested, and highly wishing that she'd speed up his purchase.

"Do you live around here?" she asked, twirling a piece of hair around her finger, staring at his lips.

"No. Not anymore."

"Really?"

"I'm staying with a friend."

"Is he as cute as you?" she asked, pushing her chest out.

"She's cuter than I am." he said, putting emphasis on the fact that Emi was a she.

The cashier's eyes popped open.

She quickly regained her composure.

"You say she was a friend?" she asked.

He was unsure of himself as he answered.

"I don't mind."

George was confused.

"I'm bise-"

"Can I have a pack of those cigarettes, please? and if you got an ashtray around here, that'd be great."

The cashier went silent. She grabbed the things he requested and rung them up quietly.

When she handed him the bag, she began to speak again.

"Like I was saying, I'm bisex-"

"Have a nice day." he said, not even looking at her as he turned and walked away.

*End  flashback*

He shoved another fork of the ravioli into his mouth and glanced up at Emi, who was eating her own quietly.

He looked back down.

She was very pretty.

"So, what did you get up to, today?" she asked.

He looked up and quickly swallowed the food.

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