𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 ✧ 𝐠.𝐝.

one

GRAYSON

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"y-yes." i stutter. "my girlfriend ran out of concealer."

"i wish my boyfriend would be like that." she chuckles.

she had a boyfriend?

"y-you have a boyfriend?" i ask her.

"no, i wish." she flashes a smile at me.

"we don't get a lot of boyfriends shopping for their girlfriends. it's really cute when we do though."

i only nod.

"what brand does your girlfriend use?"

i look up at her to lock eyes with her.

"tar-tay?" i stare at my phone.

"you mean tarte?" she laughs.

"um, yeah." i laugh with her.

her laugh was so beautiful.

"it's right over here." she points to me and starts walking to the purple sign.

i suddenly felt stupid since it was right in front of me.

"do you know what shade she is?"

"she said she was a 36S?" i scan the tiny boxes.

i watch her bend down and look for the shade naressa needed.

"here you go." she smiles and hands me the small box.

my fingers touch hers as i take the box out of her hand, i felt my cheeks heat up.

"is that all your girlfriend needed?"

"um, yes. thanks." i lock my lips.

"no problem." she walks away, her hips swaying.

i caught myself biting my lip, i shook my head and made my way to the cash register.

"will that be all?"

i look up and bit the inside of my cheek.

it was her. again.

"yeah." i pull my wallet out of my pocket and start to pull out a 10.

"mad that'll be $28.76." her eyes lock with mine.

"how much is that?" i ask her, i didn't know a small bottle of concealer could be so expensive.

"27 dollars." she giggles.

"that shit is expensive." i pull out a 20.

"sorry." i cover my mouth.

"you're fine." she smiles.

she takes my money and starts typing in the register.

"alright, thanks." she hands me a small black and white bag.

"thanks." i send her a small smile.

i need to start coming here more often.

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