Your parents always ask you to pick up groceries on your way home.

You’re on your last item. Bread. The bakery isn’t far from your house and it’s usually pretty cheap but as you go in the door open and your falling until…

OH MY GOSH!!! A few years back you had seen him. You called him Bakery Boy. But you stopped going to the bakery and now. He’s grown taller, he’s strong even if a little thin but-

“You okay?” … CRAAAAAAP!!! (he just sounds so sweet 🥰)