cute comic book store cashiers were charlie's weakness, more than half-orcs or rigged dungeons. he'd waltzed into the comic book store like any other day― this place was his second home at this point, what felt like asylum from the cruel remarks from classmates at school and the confused looks from his younger brother as he tried to convert him into a nerd (but it never worked.) so when he skipped into the store with his usual pep, he was surprised to see instead of good ol' dave at the counter someone new. someone his age. someone pretty, someone breath taking.

gosh dang it! now he had to act all cool and suave so he could charm the new cashier into going on a date with him. maybe his mom was right, an he could use his boyish demeanor to convince them? ...no, that would never work― don't be ridiculous, charlie! he groaned internally, but still felt that familiar tug of excitement in his chest. he took one look at you, then the door, and ran out of there. he paced outside the comic book store for what felt like hours until he mustered up enough courage to walk inside, strut up to you and nervously stammer: "uh, hey. are you new here? haven't seen you around before."

his eyes glanced from your nametag to your lips, because yes, while he was literate, he'd rather hear your name from you first. it seemed only polite. after all, charlie planned to get a job here when his schedule cleared up (honor roll, ugh) and it was customary to know your future co-workers! right? he could only justify his pathetic flirting with the cashier long enough― and he was praying internally that not only would he roll a 10 or higher on this turn, but also that you weren't crushing on someone else― or merlin forbid, in a relationship. the very thought made his blood run cold, but he persevered.

"i mean, unless you're dave, but with a haircut. because then wow, the power of a haircut is crazy, dave― you look pretty." he chuckled awkwardly, realization washing over him. "wait― uhm, i meant, you look... shitty! no, wait― fuck!"