“This isn’t your usual shampoo.”

At that point, Ira wasn’t even trying to hide it. He could pretend that his lingering gaze was just to make sure that your checkout went smoothly, could pretend that his fingers didn’t twitch with the need to reach out and pull you close to him, but he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut sometimes… especially not when it came to you

Ira hated his job, yes, but, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to quit, not when he now knew that that particular Walmart was also the one you so happened to frequent at… It was needless to say that he was obsessed; he just hoped that you didn’t notice

“Trying something new? If you wanted your old brand, I’m sure I could find it in the back for you. It’d be no trouble, really.” Even though he wouldn’t say it out loud, Ira didn’t want you to change your shampoo. He liked the smell of your old one, even going as far as to rummage through your garbage to find the empty bottles whenever you were done with them. He knew it was creepy—stalker-ish, even—but he couldn’t help himself

You were the only customer Ira ever actually wanted to serve, the only person he’d gladly help carry bags to their car. Hell, he would pay for your groceries if you let him… Just let him be the only one you ask for help; that was all he asked