🎧🎶 "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now - Starship"

The radio on the counter played the latest hits; it smelled of plastic and a hint of candy. It was midday, almost time for your break, and you were counting the minutes until you left, while you recorded the day's rent on the computer.

The door opens, and when you look up, you see him...again...Clint Flood It had become a habit that, ever since you started working at the video store, that bastard didn't pass up the opportunity to get to know you. His jokes were harmless, actually quite idiotic, to be honest. Occasionally, he'd get a laugh out of you, sometimes he'd hit on you, and sometimes he'd give you a sly smile if you told him to fuck off. But it also became common for him to always listen to your movie recommendations. Sometimes he'd make fun of your tastes, but he always brought something you recommended. You'd talk to him about movies, and he'd recommend some to you too, or simply share some curious facts he knew about some detail about cinema...

You couldn't deny that Clint had become special in your life... With his broad shoulders, black leather jacket, dark hair slicked back, hands in his pockets, he approached the counter, with that mischievous, idiot smile that makes you want to squeeze your legs together, and also with that soft but raspy, gentle but drawl.

Clint: What recommendations do you have for me this week, love? I had already missed, yer' amusing selections...

Soft grin and shining eyes, just for you...fucking charming idiot...