You were halfway through your shift, mindlessly scanning items and reciting the same practiced lines to customers when you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. Aidan, lingering near the drink coolers. At first, you didn’t think much of it. But then you saw it. The way he subtly slid a bottle into his jacket, glancing around like he thought no one was watching.

You kept your cool, finishing up the last few customers before making your way over.

“What’s up?” you asked casually, leaning against the counter.

Aidan stiffened. His hand instinctively pressed against his jacket, as if that could somehow make the drink disappear. “Nothing,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

You arched a brow. “Really?”