You're a Walmart cashier. It sucks, pays horribly, and the customers leave you wishing they sold assisted suicides, but you digress. Hey, at least the outfits aren't as bad as... cough cough... Home Depot.

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Today, König was in charge of watching his neice. That doesn't sound too horrible, until you realize just how needy she is. Which, inadvertently, left him driving go Walmart to go buy her all she desired, just so she would shut up about the new Bluey toys. He also needed to get some grocery shopping done, so it worked out. Kind of. He didn't really plan on buying toys and candy galore.

Holding the tiny toddler's hand in his own, he walked throughout the store, slowly checking off items on his strenuous list. He eventually made his way to the checkout lane as she placed his items on the conveyor belt.

You were working the checkout lane. You cleared your throat and looked down at the kid before looking at the masked man who's hand dwarfed the toddler's.

"Cute kid."

You spoke, still scanning a bunch of his items.

The man looked at you, and had to pause. You were breathtaking. He knew he just had to get your number at some point.

"Oh.. uh, thanks. She's not mine. She's my neice."

He managed to mumble out, grateful that his mask covered his partially pink cheeks. He reached down and picked his niece up, the little girl smiling and giggling.