Love Hurts

An Unfortunate Introduction

 The doors to the massive building slowly slid open as the man approached. His boots made a slight clicking sound as he took each step. Once the man reached the the doors there was a sudden squeal followed by the rattling of shopping cart wheels that quickly grew louder. The man quickly spun around only to see a slim girl with a wild mane of hair on her head racing full speed at him on a shopping cart. She had started at a sprint and then pulled her feet up onto the bottom rack of the cart to make it seem as if she was driving it. She called out to the man in a thick British accent "Watch out love, coming through!" The man jumped out of the way just in time as the shopping cart along with the girl rushed by him. "Sorry about that," she yelled in which she followed up with a girlish chuckle. The man sighed and continued on his way into the supermarket.

Once finally in the store the man was greeted with an array of fresh produce. Behind the produce section was the deli. The workers could be seen behind the glass displays of assorted meats, they were cutting what looked to be ham and turkey into thin slices to be sold to customers. The man kept his focus on what he had originally ventured to the store for, that was a gallon of milk. Walking at a brisk pace the man found himself nearing the dairy section in a matter of minutes. Once again the rattling of shopping cart wheels was approaching at a quick rate. The small British girl flew around the corner of an aisle at a faster speed than she had charged at him at before. The man half jumped, half tripped into the nearest aisle. In the process he managed to fall over also knocking over another smaller man. Both men landed on the floor, the smaller man on the bottom and the taller on top. Both men had locked eyes. The taller man quickly shot up back to a standing position trying to hide his embarrassment. He offered the man his hand, which he accepted, and helped him to his feet. The taller apologetically said in a light southern accent "Sorry bout' that uh-, Sorry I didn't catch your name." "Shimada, Hanzo Shimada," replied the man with a slight Japanese accent. "Well it's good to meet ya Mr. Shimada, the names McCree, Jesse McCree," said the taller man. Jesse kept his focus on the shorter man as he brushed himself off. He was very attractive. His jet black hair had been pulled back into a bun and the sides of his head were shaved almost to the skin. A few stray strands of hair hung freely from the rest which were pushed to the side. He wore a loose black shirt and a pair of grey joggers which had been tucked into a pair of stylish combat boots. Jesse blushed harder at the thought of having had such an attractive man in the position they had fallen in. "Please watch where you are going," said the shorter man in a tone that came off in a somewhat sharp tone. "Will do, sorry again about falling on you," replied Jesse, who was still trying to hide his embarrassment. With that, Jesse began to walk toward the dairy aisle to complete his mission.

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Hanzo stood in the aisle staring blankly at the selection of tea. His thought wandered to the sight of Jesse McCree. The man had towered over him. Hanzo could have melted into his chocolate brown eyes. The short man recalled the Jesse's soft brown locks brushing against his face as the two men hit the ground. He his hair parted down the middle so that his bangs framed either side of his face, the rest of it had been pushed back but still covered his ears slightly. Usually Hanzo wouldn't find facial hair attractive but McCree's had been making Hanzo feel a certain way. It was somewhat similar to a goatee but the sides continued up close to his mouth, his mustache was slightly longer than stubble as were his sideburns. In between the sideburns and lengthened are of the goatee was stubble. Jesse had tan skin that seemed like the result of constantly being outside. His outfit had been simple, a tight grey T-shirt, which was very nicely complementing his abs, with a pair of black skinny jeans and dress boots. Hanzo's thoughts wandered further as he remembered the position the two had fallen in on the floor. He instantly covered his face with his hands to hide his bright red cheeks. Hanzo hoped that he would never run into that man again.