I hope you have no aversions to the nickname Nutmeg :) Also, something sweet, as you asked.
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It's questionabe whether you've ever worked in a retail store, but Meg has almost exclusviely. And it's not that bad, as long as you don't get really rude customers. Except she hated the more old-fashioned shoppe. It's not what they sell, it's not how they're oranized, it's the fucking bell over the door that every fucking old time shoppe has. Sure, as a customer, it's cute and old timey, but by the end of each day Meg was ready to murder whoever rang that fucking bell again.
One day, near closing time, a young girl was counting the money in the register, excited and antsy to just go home. She was also relieved that she wouldn't have to hear that bell all weekend. And then it rang again. Meg clenched her fists and turned on her heels, ready to snap. That god damn bell. She hated that god damn bell. That is, until she saw who came in. Meg didn't know who he was, but she knew he was really cute. Tall and sort of muscly, the handsome stranger has blue eyes and parts of his hair were blue. From the way he dressed, he seemed fairly laid back. Long jean shorts, a t-shirt and a pair of vans shoes, he looked perfectly casual for the hot summer day. Meg smiled her best retail smile and leaned on the counter.
"How may I help you today, sir?" she asked, smiling wider.
He looked around, his eyes resting briefly on her name tag before continuing to roam the shop. "Well, um, Meg.. I was wondering what I can get for," He paused, pulling some money out of his pocket. "Twenty-five dollars and sixty-eight cents?"
Meg glanced at the ceiling. Oh yay, she thought. One of those customers. "It's a candy shop. So you can basically buy one of everything and still have money for the bus," she answered, trying to sound nice but really being fed up.
"Well, I've got a car so how about make it two of everything?" He winked at her. "I'm joking. Do you have Razzles?"
"Razzles?" Meg raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah.. you know.. the candy that turns into gum?"
"I know what they are," she responded. "Why Razzles?"
The man shrugged. "I don't know Meg, why do people seem to inherently love all baby animals? I just want some Razzles."
Meg chuckled. "Alright, sorry sir. What kind would you like?" She asked, walking over to the rack that held the Razzles.
"All of them," He answered.
Meg paused for a moment, then proceeded to grab one of each kind of Razzles. "Is that all for today?"
"Yup, thanks."
Meg nodded, heading over to the counter and ringing the candy through. "Twenty dollars, fifteen cents. You could take a bus if you wanted."
"Why take a bus when I have a sports car?" He asked, chuckling.
"Oh, I don't know.. gas, pollution, noise.." She muttered under her breath.
The man leaned on the counter, looking at Meg. "I'm Josh, by the way. Would you like a ride home?"
Meg looked him over. " Uh, sure.. I guess. I just have to close up.."
Josh nodded, smiling. "All right, I'll wait outside. See you soon, Nutmeg." He took his Razzles and walked outside.
Meg smiled, putting everything away and grabbing her things. She took the keys and left the store. After locking the door, she turned to Josh. "So, which car is yours?"
