Romantic One Shots & Imagines

One Shot #67: Sweets Shoppe I

          "Just this please." You look up from the magazine that you're reading on the counter. At first, you see nothing, then you stretch your head over. As soon as you meet the face of the stranger's voice, he puts the handful of candy on the counter for you to ring up.

          "Only this?" You say sarcastically. The kid was able to fit a surprising amount of candy just in his left hand. As soon as you ring up every single piece, you turn back to get a better look at him. "Hey, I remember you! You come in here at like once a week. How could I forget a kid with such curly, fiery hair."

          "I got it from my mom. She used to say that if I ever got lost, she would always find me and that no matter what, I could always find her too." The kid, about eight years of age, stated while handing you a wad of crumpled cash.

          You hear the bell ring as the front door opens. "Hey! There you are, buddy. You can't run off like that. I thought you said you were going to be in the magic shop." The man, a frazzled mess, came in and rushed to the boy.

          "But I always go to the sweets shop too. I thought you knew that. Mom knew that."

          "Yeah well I didn't." He sighs in frustration. "I can't always read your mind. Just let me know where you'll be next time, ok?"

          "Ok." The boy sighs.

          The man turns to you. "I hope he didn't give you too much trouble." He starts fumbling in his wallet. "Did he have enough money to pay for everything?"

          "Oh, he had more than enough. In fact, he has enough change to buy one of those big lollipops on the top shelf." You say, pointing to the piece of candy.

          The man chuckles. "Don't give him any ideas." He goes to leave, but turns around. "Sorry, I'm Dean.

          "I'm Sienna, nice to meet you." He shakes your hand, never leaving your gaze.

          Dean turns back. "And this little man is---"

          "I'm Franklin!" The kid jumps up from behind, who you assume is his father, with a huge smile. You couldn't help but smile as well, it was infectious.

          "Well, here you go, Franklin." You hand him a brown paper bag with his candy.

          "You're not eating all of that tonight, you know." Dean tells Franklin.

          "I know." He says disappointingly. They begin to leave again.

          "Do you still want pizza for dinner tonight?"

          "Yes! Can Sienna come with us?" Franklin asks. They were far enough where the question could have been out of earshot, but he practically screamed the words with excitement. Dean looks up to see your reaction, but all you did was stare back awkwardly. As soon as your brain came back down to reality, all you could say was "Umm".

          "Would you like to come to dinner with us?" Dean speaks up.

          "Um," You hesitate again. "No, that's ok. I don't get off of work until later tonight, so I can't."

          "That's ok. We understand, right buddy?" Dean walks up to the counter again. "Maybe you could come out with us another time?" He asks confidently. He could have just said that to be polite and left, but what did he do instead? He charmingly won a smile from you as he genuinely waited to hear an answer to his genuine question.

          "I'm having a birthday party Saturday. Can you come? It's going to be at Chuck E. Cheese!" Franklin suddenly pleads.

          You chuckle. "Sure, I'll come."