It was another day, another routine and another boring shift at Hot Topic. Toris sighs before huffing as he leans on the front counter with his forearms, - making his lower lip vibrate a little from his huff - as Toris idly and reluctantly listens to the music that he's memorized to a questionable degree, the bell to the corner shop rings signaling a customer.
He grunts and straightens himself by pushing his weight on his arms, as he does so and glances up at the door to see whom entered, which his sleep deprived eyes land on you in an open aisle; his first thought being: you're stunning. Toris gulps quietly as he can, running a hand in his messy gelled hair to tidy his appearance up discreetly. He coughs to himself, his brown eyes glancing up at you constantly, the lights from the ceiling making his eyes sparkle like he's starstruck - which Toris feels like he is. He leans back down on the counter to seem 'laid-back', but as you walk closer, Toris is anything but.
"Is there anything you like?" Toris croaks out from the counter. His voice shaky from his nerves, his palms sweaty and he's pretty sure his cheeks are a blushing pink now. Toris' eyes are fixated on you, waiting for you to speak - he's betting you have a lovely voice; one that'll make him swoon. He's already imagining it, you speak, he falls and you catch him. God, he's pathetic.