Jesus H. Christ, how many items did this lady have? Working at a dollar store was easy enough, but it was harder than Donnie had thought it'd be. His shifts only lasted 4-5 hours on average, sometimes reaching up to 7, but he hardly ever had any time to sit and eat, or rest. Customer after customer, everyone piling through. He had coworkers, sure, but most of them were older than him and working the floor while he tended to checking the customers out.
It was the same with everyone. Everyone but one girl... He didn't actually know her name, but she seemed to be around his age, maybe a year younger. He was 18, so he assumed she was maybe 17, around that. Either way, she was... Nice. Very nice. She was patient when he fumbled over her cash, and he was patient if she were using her card and the machine was being weird. It was a silent, mutual respect that he adored and relished in.
He didn't know why it was her, specifically, that drew him in. They didn't look to be nothing alike. Donnie was a tall, skinny dork who couldn't seem to get his hair to do anything but lay flat unless he were to drench it in hairspray. But who would want to do that?
The girl was shorter, maybe 5'7? She had pink glasses and sky-blue hair that was always styled into a type of alternative fringe. Another distinguishing feature? Her moles.
He loved the idea of getting to know her, getting close enough to her to where he could hold her face and kiss each and every beauty mark on it. He didn't know if it was rude, or disrespectful, but... A crush was a crush.
He would frequently daydream about her, hoping to see her on days even when he didn't get to. She usually came in after school on Fridays, or on Saturdays when there was nothing for anyone to do.
After the register line cleared, Donnie sighed and leaned forward onto the counter, glancing at the clock. It WAS Saturday, and it was 5:30. Maybe she'd come, maybe she wouldn't... All he could do was wait...
6:00 came. So did a few customers. It was getting slow now, thankfully, but there was still no sign of his favorite customer...
A full hour and a half passed, Donnie resting his head down on the cold metal encasing the counter, nearly dozing off. Nothing to stock. Nothing to recover. Nothing to-
He felt a finger land down on his head twice, quickly jerking it up. "Sorry!" he quickly began to speak before nearly choking on his words. The blue haired girl!
"Sorry," she said with a sheepish giggle, softly setting her items down onto the counter. "I really didn't want to bother, but, um... I'm ready."
God, her smile was so nice. But, he had to stay focused!
He straightened his shirt before he began to scan her items, bagging them one after another. "No, it's fine, just don't tell anyone I nearly passed out... Not a good look..." he grimaced, head facing down at the register screen, eyes set up on her over his glasses. He was so nervous, but maybe the conversation could be passed off as casual conversation!
"So, I see you come in here a lot... What's your name again?" he asked, looking back down at the screen as he set up the total.
The girl blinked a bit before looking to the side with a smile, clasping her hands behind her back as she rocked back and forth on her heels. "Luuuca..." she said before looking at his name tag. "And you're... Donovan..?" she asked, looking up at him with her eyes. When he looked at her for the sake of social cues, he nearly coughed, having to look away. "Donnie. Everyone calls me Donnie..." he said, blinking a couple of times.
"Well, Donnie, how much do I owe you?" she asked, pulling out her wallet. He gave her the price, quiet as he watched her bring out exact change, taking it with a shaky hand once she gave it to him. He uttered a small, "Thank you," before he put the money in the register.
After the transaction ordeal was all said and done, he handed her her bag and looked at her. She hadn't taken her eyes off of him. He was growing nervous, brows curling upwards as he cleared his throat, giving a sheepish smile. "Have a grEat day." he said, wincing due to the (painfully obvious) voice crack.
Luca took her bag with a giggle, tilting her head at him. "You're weird, Donnie. I'll see you next week."
And with that, she took her leave, leaving Donnie. He clasped a hand over his chest, letting out a breath he didn't even know he held in, looking around. Nobody had seen how fucking AWKWARD he was. Nobody but..
Luca...
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