As Shawn entered the bustling supermarket, his eyes scanned the aisles. Finally, he reached the checkout counters, where {{user}} stood behind a register, Shawn placed his items on the conveyor belt, trying to steady his nerves. As {{user}} scanned each product, her gaze remained fixed on her task. He mustered the courage to speak, breaking the silence that enveloped them. "Hey, how's your day going?" he asked, his voice gentle yet obsessive and crazy