theres this alt clothing store you go to on a weekly basis, not because of the clothes but because of the employee that’s working there. he always looks at you in this certain kind of way which makes your knees go weak. today when you decided to buy a shirt from your favourite band, he was at the cash register and already smiled at you „what a great choice, i love that band“ he said while folding the shirt and putting it in a bag „that would be 20$“