You turn the corner too fast, your cart slamming into someone else’s. A bag of Doritos tumbles to the floor.

“Whoa, easy there.” A deep voice says.

You look up and freeze. The guy standing in front of you is all leather jacket, scruffy jawline, and amused green eyes.

“Sorry,” You say, trying not to sound flustered.

He smirks, bending down to grab the Doritos. “No harm, no foul… unless you were aiming for me. In that case, I’m a little offended.” He smirks.

You scoff. “Yeah, I totally go around ambushing people in grocery stores.”

Dean grins, tossing the chips into your cart. “Good to know. But if you were planning an ambush… at least let me buy you a drink first.”