Mary Jane

(1) EXCUSE ME MISS

"Hey, there she go, ya gonna harass her again?"
"Harass is such a strong word, but I'm persistent."
"She gon keep turnin ya down, man."
"She don't turn me down, she's just got a busy schedule and I respect tha- why am I explainig myself? Excuse me."
Walking around an isle, there she stood staring at cans of fruit. He began to lean on the shelf with some sort of pose, he changed his mind quickly to just standing straight. He sighed as he looked at the bag of chips sitting at the end for advertisement. His eyes looking around to see if anyone was watching. He sighed again and slapped the bag of chips aggressively but nonchalantly off the rack. The bag fell on the store floor, sliding, and stopping behind her. She looked down behind her to seen the large bag of chips sitting on the ground. He almost ran to grab the bag of chips off the floor. Standing up he shook his head at himself. He looked back at the girl who seemed fairly uninterested in the scene.
"Oh, excuse me miss, hey, how ya doin?" he smiled.
"Hello, Micah," her look annoyance was clear but it turned into a believable smile. Micah could actually believe she's happy to see him. "What's your punch line today?"
"Punch line? Pft- girl, me?" Micah scoffed.
"I'm not a girl Micah," she rolled her eyes.
"That you aren't, you are truly a lady," Micah smiled.
"Mhm," she turned away from him and dropped a can in her bag.
"Mary Jane, why do you always give me the cold shoulder?"
"My name's not Mary Jane jackass, stop calling me that," she snapped.
"But you are, you're my Mary Jane," he replied, unbothered.
"What are you referencing anyway, Spider-Man?" she questioned.
He scoffed again, almost disgusted, "Mary Jane never."
"Then what is it?"
"If you weren't so cold as ice, I'd probably tell you."
"I'm not cold, I just don't like being bothered," she turned back around to walk away.
Micah didn't bother to walk after her, he just watched her walk away. He sighed and leaned on the shelf next to him. He looked at the bag of chips in his hand. He shook his head, almost cringing at his tactic to try to talk to her again. He looked up again, seeing she was gone. He replays the seen of her walking away, wondering what could really be her name. Clearly his cute little Rick James references were flying over her head. Or maybe it was because he was calling her another name that could belong to another woman.
"Dang, thought you really had it this time," his friend Jamie slapped his shoulder. Looking down at his hand on his shoulder in disgust. He slapped it away so he could walked down the isle, throwing the chips back in his face.