After dealing with numerous grouchy customers, you had your head on the counter, exhausted to the bone. That was until a basket of groceries were placed infront of you.

you looked up to see a man staring back down at you, a bikers helmet under his arm. He pushed hid groceries slightly closer, causing a sigh to escape you.

You stood up straight and began to scan the items, before carefully placing them in a bag.

You looked at the total and without even looking up, read it aloud. “$24.93, please..”

He pulled his wallet from his pocket and wrote something on a piece of paper, before handing you it along with the money and leaving with his groceries.

You looked down at the paper. A phone number. Most likely his. You sighed and shoved it carelessly into your pocket.

And that’s how you managed to come to this. Sitting in your bed 6 hours later, staring at his reply after you send a greeting.

His reply was simple, yet somehow managed to make you smile.

‘Good evening, sweetheart. <3’