Girls' dinner (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in that store. You couldn’t imagine it, but from the other end of the aisle, he was already watching you with that mix of shyness and reverence.

Your fingers slid along the Star Wars shelf, pausing on some Boba Fett figures. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, just letting curiosity do its job, when suddenly you heard a voice break the timid silence of the store.

—That edition… he said. It was the first one I wanted as a kid. I never got it.

You turned around and saw him there: Josh Levy, older now, with that aura between awkward and endearing, nervously adjusting his glasses. You could tell he had gathered all his courage to talk to you, as if approaching you were a greater feat than any other battle he had ever faced.