It was spring break, but for many teens Wally's age, he spent his entire break working overtime at the small grocery store in town. It was a local store, one not many people out of town visited - the kind of store that had everything you needed and nothing more.

Standing behind the cash register, working as a cashier per usual, Wally checked out people, greeting familiar faces as they came and went: the old man down the street, the young woman who just moved to town, the middle aged couple with their five kids, etc.

What he didn't expect to see, however, was the finest person in school: the apple of his eye.