𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒.

[THREE] : VIVID PURPLE DREAMS.

[TWO WEEKS LATER]

BRITNEY PLEETH

IT WAS HOT, shockingly. the hot weather shocked all of us because autumn in LA has been brutal this year.

air conditioners were blasting and instead of slow mellow music, we played fast, summer songs that had customers busy and chatty.

work wasn't terrible today, as customers entertained me and talked to me more than usual. it was rare to have days like this and i loved it. it made everything enjoyable.

my manager, Bobby finally allowed me to change from my red workshirt to a white flowy crop top. it was a little revealing as it lowkey revealed my cleavage but i didn't care. i was sweaty and bothered. i would've never expected him to allow me but the guy can be full of surprises.

when the time hit around six thirty, the customer count began slowing down and three to four people came in every hour. so at the moment, the store was pretty empty.

the automatic doors open and i look up from my phone, which i wasn't allowed to be on but oh well, and see him.

the same guy from a couple of weeks ago and damn, he looks good as fuck.

the streak in his hair was no longer blue but instead a vibrant purple which matched his violet muscle tee. god, it was as if he didn't even try to look good. his tanned skin was darker than before and looked newly sun—kissed.

he spots me and smirks as if he's been waiting for this moment. he walks right up to without hesitation and says, "hey."

all he has said is hey and i already feel weak at the knees. his smile is wide, revealing his pearly white teeth. i just want to know who allowed him to be this gorgeous.

i look around and Bobby is staring at us with judgy eyes. it was as if i could already hear what he was thinking.

"hey." i try to be cool but i already feel my cheeks burn a bright red, for no reason. why am i like this?

"you're hot, I like you. i want your number." he shrugs.

uh, did i just hear him correctly? yes he was incredibly hot but i just want to backtrack.

"hold your horses, we literally haven't known each other for that long. i don't even know your name." i blow a bubble with my bubblegum and pop it with my tongue.

he looks at my tongue and bites his lip, extending his flirty demeanour.

"Ethan. and i like your ass by the way." he grins cheekily. i roll my eyes in response.

"okay and my name is Britney but that's not the point—"

"just give me your number and that's it. i'll leave and won't ever bother you again." he puts his chin on his fist, looking at me with doe eyes.

"but if i give you my number, of course you'll bother me again." i glare at him.

i knew he was playing a dangerous game but i didn't say anything but look at him accusingly. he stared back with flirty innocence. this dick.

"yeah, I was lying. that's the point."

i look at him up and down. ugh if he wasn't so dang good—looking...

"fine."

his smile broadens and he puts his hand through his hair, fixing it. i unlock my phone and go onto my contacts and then hands him my phone. he taps vigorously into my phone then texts himself.

i guess my manager eventually had enough as he walks over to us and says, "look kid, are you buying anything or not?" the annoyance is very clear in his voice.

he looks up from my phone and smirks, "oh no, i'm just leaving." Ethan gives my phone back and swiftly kisses my cheek. i felt his breath against my skin and my heartbeat starts picking up.

"goodbye, Britney." he winks at me before leaving the store once again.

i know i am going to see more of him but i'm not exactly upset. if anything, i'm actually a little excited.

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I want everyone to know that Logan Paul sucks, jake Paul sucks. they both suck ty.

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