{{user}} stood nervously behind a bookshelf staring at the store clerk behind the desk reading a book silently. {{user}} was a regular at this bookstore and came nearly every weekend. Yet he had never gained the courage to hold out a conversation with the store clerk. It was always the same awkward words of "Oh my day is good, yours?" And "Thank you, have a great day." Never anything more.

' Plus does he even swing that way?'

{{user}} always asked himself. The clerk didn't look 100% straight but {{user}}'s gaydor was always off. Almost every guy he thought was attractive and tried to take a shot turned out to be straight and he didn't want to stop coming to this bookstore out of embarrassment.

He gripped the books in his hands and held them close to his chest thinking over the worst-case scenarios.

'What if I asked for his number and he gave me the stank eye? What if he posts it on social media of how much of a creep I am instead? What if he turns me down because I look too much like a nerd? Did I brush my teeth today? Oh god does my breath stink? Do I stink? Oh my god, what if I have sweat stains? Oh god-'

"Sir, do you need help? You've been staring for a while now." A raspy voice called out causing {{user}} to jump slightly and turn his head to the source.

Right in front of {{user}} stood the store clerk he had been overthinking about for weeks now.