🎧 — My Kind of Woman - Mac DeMarco

He had never met anyone like you; yeah, never really, you were just acquaintances. But he used to watch you in class, sideways.

And with the little he knew about you, he knew that in addition to studying, you worked at night at the gas station warehouse, in addition to taking care of your siblings.

He saw how you left as soon as the school bell rang, or spent the measly free time studying for the passing tests that were soon coming up. — And still, you had time to be beautiful in his eyes.

But since no one is perfect, he knew that you were firm and didn't accept help or things like that. One day, he offered you help to fix the fence on your mother's land, but you refused, saying that you didn't accept charity.

But he was so crazy about you that he wouldn't give up until you accepted something from him.

The bell rang and the door opened, you were cleaning the warehouse counter when you saw him come in. "Hi, {{user}}..." He smiled a little, holding out a packet of food. "I brought this for you, you must not have eaten it yet."

He placed the bag in front of you on the counter, watching you. "It's not much, but it's cold outside and a warm meal might help." He was nervous, you could tell, but he was willing to help you, even if you only knew his first name.