Butterfly meets the dragonfly

Chapter 1

Camila's POV

I scan my eyes through the shelves of the grocery store, wondering why this supermarket always changes the places where they put the gummy bears. Why not just leave it in its place, next to the cashier? I just hate this supermarket.

I don’t even know why I keep coming back to this one when there’s hundreds of thousands other supermarkets in LA.
When I finally find it – they’re next to the school supplies, by the way - I scoff and roll my eyes. Although I hate that they change the places of the gummy bears, it’s always somewhere that fits, like school supplies or something.
“Gummy bears are certainly the most essential school supply, right beside phone and charger ”, I laugh to myself and rest my hands on my knees to give a look at them beautiful colored sweet gummy bears of mine.

Well, remember when I said I don’t know why I come to this grocery store when there’s thousands of other grocery stores I could go like two seconds ago?
Lie! I was lying! Of course there’s a reason I only come to this grocery store, and only to this one. It stays four blocks away from my house and I have to walk through a dangerous neighborhood. Not that I care about the neighborhood, I even know some very nice people that lives there. Anyway, the reason I come here is the cashier.

Yep, the cashier. There’s this girl, name unknown, - because apparently the owner of this store doesn’t fucking care about the people who wants to know the name of their cashiers but are too shy to ask, so they don’t put their names in a badge next to their chest, like any other grocery store in the world - and she’s the cashier, the most beautiful cashier in the world.

Like, people like her deserve being at home just chilling with people serving grapes directly to her mouth; or three hundred miles away from people like me so I can’t touch them, or be in the same place they are, or breathe the same air they’re breathing. I’m not even exaggerating.

She works here for at least one year, and I’ve been frequenting this place for at least… A year? Yeah. The only time I talked to her was on her first day working here, and my first time being in this supermarket.

I was with my mom, and the reason I talked to her was because she was still learning how to do things and then she let our groceries fall, and that’s how I knew she was a newbie.

I helped her, she said ‘thank you’,
I said ‘you’re welcome’, period.

That’s it. That’s all we said to each other in one year. After that, I never even dared to make eye contact with her again. I come here, she scan my gummy bears, says the price I’ll have to pay – gummy bear have increased 8 cents in one year. Shame! -, says ‘good morning/good evening’ and ‘thank you’, I nod and leave. It’s rude, but that’s maximum you can do when you’re a ball of shyness like me.

I have told all my friends about this girl, and they think I’m crazy. They don’t even think she’s that pretty, and they should thank God for I’m still their friend because that’s reasons enough to start a Third World War. Once I brought them with me and they made me blush to death, because they kept giggling behind me, and I think the girl noticed, but she just smirked at them. That was the only time I walked inside this place with them, ever. I also told my mom about her, and she still make fun of me.

You must be thinking, what kind of fifteen year old tell their parents about their crush on the cashier girl? Me, I’m that person. I also rarely come with my mom here. And when I come with her, I just stay in the car and try to see the girl from the windows, but I can never see her. I actually spotted her once from the car. She went outside to do something I couldn’t see because she looked exactly to my mom’s car and I hid myself until my mom came back, and only then I straightened myself, but she was already gone.