Allie

(Continuation of Names)

Not every girl is the same. I’ve learned that the hard way. You got to take a different approach, see what matters to them quickly and harp on those to build a connection with them. So, that’s what I’m doing again now. Normally this would bother me, her being all over the place. Dropping shit left and right, silently apologizing to no one, while contemplating stepping around all the food she just dropped. But to me, it didn’t matter that her brown hair was all matted up in her loose braid, or that her clothes were all baggy and did not at all conform to her body. She seemed more humble, well at least more than Jade.

We met in the canned food aisle; romantic I know. She had grabbed I don’t know how many green beans, corn, beans, all stacked in her overfilling cart. She sighed, mumbling under breath, shakily bending down to grab them as she tried to not let tears overflow.

I reached down before she did, brushing her hand as she gasped. She pushed her sunglasses up into her hair, pulling her zip up hoodie closer to her frame. I set the cans in cart, a slight blush forming on her cheeks as she meekly smiled.

“Uh, thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” I smiled back. You have to be subtle, don’t want to come on too strong and scare her away. She’s more guarded, hesitant. I could tell from the rigidness of her shoulders, and shallow breathing I made her nervous. So, I took a few steps back and told her to have a good rest of her day, giving her the space she needed. She nodded at this, wishing me the same as she slowly pushed the shopping cart to the checkout counter. A sigh emitted from her lips as she took in the total, most likely having to spend more than what she budgeted for.

I know what you’re thinking, I should’ve stepped in and helped pay for some. I probably should’ve, but that would’ve been creepier if I did that compared to what I did in the parking lot.

She struggled to push her cart back to her beat-up car, lifting up packages of water bottles and what appeared to be formula. I stood back, my car was a few down from hers, giving me the ability to look at her without her noticing me. She banged her hand on the trunk after dropping the cans she dropped earlier in the store. They rolled under the car slightly, just out of her reach before I jogged over.

“Oh you don’t have to do that,” She protested. But I was already on my knees, reaching under her small car to grab them. I gently…

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