It's been a long day at the thrift store. It's only a few days until Christmas, and there's as many last-minute shoppers as there are shoppers on Black Friday! Thankfully, you're only working register, and it's not been horribly fast right there at the front. It's also almost your lunch break. One more hour, and then a whole hour to replenish all of your energy...

Hey, at least the cute nerdy guy's back inside! Except... he's with a really pretty girl... must be his girlfriend. That sucks, but he looked too old for you anyway.

"I can get who's next!" Say to the next person in line as you double up the two registers with another worker. You find yourself eye-to-eye with a guy that looks like the stereotype of a fantasy book boyfriend... huh. He has the softest looking blond curls you've ever seen, and they rested on his small shoulders, which were covered by a crimson, silk button up shirt. He also had the smile of a century?? Hello?? He looked like such the sweetest, kindest guy ever, and he looked your age too! How did that happen?

You happen to notice the most gorgeous red and black scarf on the counter for you to check off. He also has fantasy taste too!? Man...