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Chunks and Bumps

'Milk, Honey Nut Cheerios... ah, right, toilet paper. I need that for shit... haha, shit. Good one.' Brushing the blonde locks away from her eyes, Sunny Kim, a lame, awkward stay-at-home-and-compose-more-songs type of girl liked to keep her cupboards stocked at all times. With cereal and instant coffee. Sometimes, bread and jam.

'Maybe I should spice things up a bit and get white bread. No, I'll become fat and unwanted by the age of 30.' Sunny hummed a little tune she was working on while looking through the aisles. It was 3AM, no one was around to hear her meddling tunes.

'Unlike Henry, I don't 'work out'. I'm a busy woman with things to do, like...' She grabbed the loaf of whole grain and threw it into her cart. '...buying bread.'

The blonde did one last check before nonchalantly heading towards the register. She was placing her last item towards the cashier (who looked more than dead then herself at this hour) until her short attention span was grabbed by a loud crashing of cans. She spun her head around to see a flash of orange and flustered hand gestures in the canned food aisle.

"S-Sorry! Sorry, my good 3AM convenience store worker and... customer." This strange man's cheeks had a dust of pink as he gave a sheepish wave towards their direction.

"Damn it, Jim! You always making more of a mess for me. I don't get paid enough for this..." The guy behind the register sighed dramatically and continued struggling with the scanner.

Sunny observed the strange man with the orange hair curiously. His hair reminded him of sweet tangerines. 'I bet he smells like tangerines... what. No. Ew.'

Turning back to her goods, she handed the man a twenty dollar bill and waved at him to keep the change. It wasn't like she didn't have any money. I mean, she was pretty good at her job as a composer... at least, in her opinion.

Once again, her train of thought was cut off by the soft grumbling from behind her.

Tangerine boy.

Curiosity getting the best of her, Sunny turned and walked towards the man with the flock of orange hair, her shopping bags in hand.

Sunny could tell from one look that he was incredibly frustrated. He looked as if he could burst out into tears any second now. He was probably doing so internally. The blonde could tell that tangerine boy was trying to act like a well put together adult who wouldn't break down in public over a food product. At least, that's what Sunny hoped that the man in front of him was trying to do.

"Hey, man, you good?" Sunny questioned this, 'Jim', who was biting his lip to prevent himself from screaming and throwing the cans down the aisle, bowling-alley style. She couldn't help but jump when tangerine boy slammed the cans back onto the shelf with a bit too much force.

Jim blinked away his tears. He thought the convenience store was deserted by now, except for the grumpy cashier who completely ignored his entire existence.

"Um. Hello? Mr.?" The rough voice of a woman startled Jim once more. He turned his head quickly towards the source of the (nice) sound.

"Yeah? Hi, what's good-"

"Sorry, you just looked like you were having a mental breakdown and were about to straight up cry in the middle of the aisle. Do you need like...help or anything?" the woman asked cautiously. She didn’t seem like she knew how to approach a grown man who looked like they were planning to crawl back into their mother's womb. Neither did Jim, to be honest.

"Oh." Jim, the one proclaimed by Sunny as “Tangerine Boy,” blinked. "Was I that obvious?"

"Uh. Yeah. Sort of."

He squinted at the woman and inspected her, if he even could with this eyesight of his. From the blurry figure he could vaguely make out, the woman in front of him had blonde hair and a small stature. She had a... not really small but strong shoulders and was wearing a plain white tee with track shorts. Jim internally chastised himself for being careless of all days. This girl could be cute for all he knows and here he was, wearing a baggy hoodie and sweatpants.

Shaking his head, Jim cleared his throat and shook his head slightly.

"Well, uhm, I’m Jim and I… I’m looking for this and it’s just that I, ugh-“ he tousled his orange hair exasperatedly. "I'm looking for this sauce and I took out my contacts but forgot my glasses at home and-"

"Woah there, Jim, slow down. I’m Sunny, to put a name to this face,” she added before continuing, “You're blind as a bat. All this for some sauce?" she snorted but couldn't help the lop-sided smile appearing on her face. Jim wished he brought his glasses because that smile could have been cute... if he could see, damn it.

"Look, I've done a lot of stupid things in my life but forgetting my glasses before heading out of my good ol’ home is, well, nowhere near the stupidest but it's still pretty damn close, okay? And I don't think you're striking the proper tone here," Jim squinted hard at the two cans of (what he assumed to be) tomato sauce in his hands. His nose was practically touching the labels as he tried to decipher the blurry blobs of text.

He couldn't see a thing.

Wait. "Hey!" He brightened up considerably, turning back to the hot? not hot? lady with his signature eye smile he knew was endearing. "Help me out!"

The blonde raised a brow and took a step back, only to have a small (warm) hand reach out with lightning speed to grab her wrist. She looked incredibly assaulted, judging by the way her eyebrows shot up and the loud, “What the fuck,” that left her lips.

Taking the silence afterwards as a 'yes', Jim lifted the two cans he was inspecting earlier in front of her face obnoxiously. "Which one is the one without the chunks?"

There was a beat of silence but was broken with a soft... laugh?

"Um, excuse me? Why are you laughing?" Jim put a hand over his chest as if he was seriously offended. "This is a deathly serious matter. My sauceless pasta is waiting for me at home and I refuse to let their pure, defenseless lives be sacrificed because of my lack of ability to read labels at this time of day…or, well, night."

Contrary to his belief, this only made the blonde laugh harder. Was she choking or?

"You're... You're telling me that you look like you just heard news your mother died because you had an impulse to make pasta and came out to buy sauce, might I add, at 3 in the morning?"

"No, I look like I just heard news that my mother died because I left my freaking glasses at home and I can't read the damn labels."

The cans were taken from his hands and were replaced with another. The orange haired fellow looked down at it with a cute pout.

"That's the pasta sauce without the chunks. The other two were tuna."

Sunny’s cheeks were hurting but the dust of pink on Jim's face made up for it. The locks of orange hair flopped around as he nodded thoughtfully, trying to hide the fact he was downright blushing.

"Thanks! I'll go pay for this and maybe I'll give you my number or something. I hope you're cute,"

Without waiting for an answer, tangerine boy turned to the direction of the cashier-

and promptly walked into a shelf.

There goes being suave.

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