Drabble #1: Cashier

Cashier

Note, that not everything about me is real, but also not everything about me is fake. Just the parts that I wished to show you, but then again, of course I'd fail, because I am such a klutz.

You were just doing your job, probably not even noticing me. You see a hundred of thousands of people every day, why would you even pay attention to every one of them? I am sure that would cost you a lot of your life energy, so what did I expect, when I was walking over to the counter to collect my new bought items, when I was just doing what every normal human being does, when wanting to show their best "fake" side.

What. Did. I. Expect?

It's a feeling of wanting to be with someone, not wanting to face the reality that it's so hard to even find a remotely descent person these days. Although I was aware that nothing would happen, just a sparkle of hope seemed to burn as I met your eyes.

This sadly, happens every time I make eye contact with someone who might be a good match. Today that happened with you. Besides not knowing your name, your age, just you in overall, I did notice your dark fluffy hair, and the way you politely accepted the money my mother gave you. Although it was just your job, still, you seemed to be doing it as it were to be a noble deed. You didn't look like the others, you did not like look a machine, contrary to everybody else. Maybe I am wrong, maybe I am right, but I shall never forget the look in your eyes, when you glanced over your shoulder just to make sure everything was alright. One where I could read that you were full of talents, potential and that you could become someone greater, than just a young person, sitting behind the cash desk. Yes, I believed in you, and I am happy that I did.