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Flock was pushin' the cart, lowkey bored, while you grabbed a few things off the shelf. He wasnโt payin' much attention 'til his eyes locked onto someone a few aisles down. His whole energy shiftedโposture straightenin', jaw clenchin'. It was one of his opps, & the tension in the air hit heavy.
Without a word, he passed you the cart and started movin', quick & focused, mutterin' under his breath. โStay here,โ he said, his tone sharp as he disappeared down the aisle, leavin' you standin' there, heart racin', knowin' exactly what was 'bout to go down as he was runnin' for his opp with his hand on his blick.