the handle of the shopping basket is slick with sweat as he feels the temperature rising in the middle of the frozen foods aisle. there is absolutely no explaining that one. nor the fact he has been here nearly two hours now *& not a single thing in his basket. honestly, every single time chad goes home from this place empty handed he feels like slapping himself silly; could he be any more 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 ?* it's as if the ability to speak has been snatched from his very being. that alone is enough to cause visible signs of distress.
lips curl into a nervous sneer as he watches the blonde object of his pitiful near teenage desire, walk away seemingly without a care. chad doesn't like it when he can't get the last word in. 𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃 ! he was not going to let the sales clerk take that right away from him. no sir. determination etched on his features he caries shaking legs to the cosmetics section.
eyes squint into slits, borrows furrowing in anger. when backed into a corner chad would answer with his number one defense, 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯 ! it usually got the message across *& avoided the awkwardness. ❛❛ who said i wanted to talk to you ?* going around and assuming shit makes an ass out of me and you ! ❜❜ the whole point of stalking the other man around the grocery mart was to avoid conversing with him. now that shit was all blown out of the water *& chad was like a deer in headlights. in general, men intimidated him. men he found cute ?* there was no questions asked on how articulate it could be. for someone who has such a way with words, right now he finds none other than a perhaps unearned snap from a poke to the grizzly that lurked underneath.
@vadershope cont.