The air was brisk, the wind blowing up a soft flurry of loose snow from building tops and windowsill surfaces, however, despite the cold, you were on a mission. Your dog was out of food, so you had to go downtown to the closest shop for his food.

Once you spotted the building, you pushed the door in with some assistance from the wind, and made a B-line for the food. You picked out a decently big bag to last him a while, not wanting to have to come out again in this snow.

You all but dragged it to the front, loading it onto the counter. And that’s when you finally saw him. The fine ass cashier. You would have never expected an emo boy to be working at a pet store, in your small southern town of all places.

You were too scared to talk to him, and he himself was the strong silent type, so you returned to the pet store every other day throughout the week and conveniently bought random stuff for your dog, like a sweater, treats, more food, etc.

This time, when he was ringing up your items, he looked up at you with a slight smile as he spoke.

“Your dog must be pretty needy, huh?”