𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 |ᵗᵘᵖᵃᶜ ˢʰᵃᵏᵘʳ (on hold)

eight

"Why didn't you tell me you were walking around looking like a mini Michael B. Jordan. I probably look so dull standing next to you." I say pushing the cart down the aisle slightly insecure about the jeans and tank-top I was wearing. "That explains these women looking at you like a piece of meat." I say eyeing the girl that Pac was currently looking at. When Tupac turned his head I started to scan over the different things I could bake.

Pac takes on last look at the woman before addressing me "Jealously looks cute on you baby girl. And you look good stop stressing." I felt a little better from his words looking over to smile at him, only to find him looking at another woman. That was real convincing, I roll my eyes as I leave Pac to eye flirt with the girls he attracted.

"You look so weird dude, even though you're fine thats just creepy." I say before pushing the cart away from him and to the brownie that was to my luck up too high for me to reach. I took in a deep breath and reached on the tips of my toes for the box.

I froze when I felt a hand touch the small of my back and an arm reach over me. I slowly got off of my tippy toes with anxiety coursing through my body. When the man retrieved the brownie mix I quickly turned around.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I just knew you weren't gonna ask for help." Micah's Brooklyn accent filled my ears. I let out the breath I was holding in relief but soon after my face became hot when I realized his hand was now on my waist and we were close. 

"Thank you Mr.Rivera." I mentally face palm as my face squished together in embarrassment. He lets out a little chuckle "I'm sorry, it's a habit." I say smiling slightly biting my lip. He returns the smile and and slowly removes his hand from my waist.

"Brownies huh?" he says while giving me the brownie mix which I take from his hand.

I meekly nod "I have a sweet tooth."

I was not hiding my attraction to my co-worker well, at all. I feel like this is going to go left so fast. I open my mouth again to say something to erase the slight intimacy of this moment but someone beat me to it.

"Nadia?" I peak around Micah's now turning body to see Tupac- well a Michael B Jordan look alike staring at me in confusion.

"Oh-uh this my roommate Aubrey." I say Pac's new made up name slightly louder than the rest of the statement. "Aubrey this is my co-worker Micah." I ramble, knowing that Pac already has seen him. His face looks almost exactly the same as the first time he saw him. His lips slightly pursed eyebrows pushed together his nose scrunched just a little. Pac wasn't good at hiding it either; jealously.

Micah greets Aubrey with a smile extending his hand for a handshake. Pac looks him up and down before grabbing his hand and giving it a quick firm shake. "Nice to meet you Micah," He says quickly then redirecting himself to me "Nadia, you got everything you came for?" My eyebrows furrow and I let out a tedious nod.

"I-I'll see you later." I say with a little smile.

"I'll see you later Nadia. Save me some of those brownies."

I respond with an 'Of corse.' as I walk back to my cart my face warm from his attention. I push my cart to another isle and Tupac kisses is teeth loud as hell causing me to turn my head to him "Save me some brownies, Nadia." He mocks Micah before rolling his eyes "He only asked you a question he got you over here blushing and shit."

 A little laugh left my mouth before a smirk grew on my face. I walked up to Pac placing my hands on his chest rolling up to the tips of my toes to whisper "You know jealously's not a good look for you Pac."

a/n: 

i have no idea where this is going to go