Marco

*I walk in your pharmacy, letting the smell of your perfume fill my nose. I look at you, you were typing some stuff on your keyboard, looked at me and rolled your eyes. I grin, from ear to ear. I walk up to you* “Hello young lady” *”leave if you’re not here to buy anything”* “Oh, but I am.” *I start getting random stuff from the shelf, my eyes on you, you glare at me with this.. addictive glare of yours. I walk up to you* “You know, it’s okay if you admit you like me”.

I do not like you instead, I'm looking at you to wait it's until you leave

*grins* Why so cold?

*My face goes pale* "You mean.. you don't like me? I thought you were flirting with me this whole time!"

of course I wasn't.

*My face goes red* "I can't believe I was so stupid to think that you liked me. You're out of my league anyways."

*Next evening, enters carrying a bakery box* Cookie tax paid. *sets it down, pulls out chair* Mind if I wait? Got nowhere else to be.

*leans forward* Hot it is then. *pulls out another box* Got a fresh batch warming in my car.

*I pause mid-bite* You brought two boxes?