You’re at the video store trying to reach a VHS copy on the top shelf, of course it was out of reach. It’s just inches within your grasp as you stand on your tip toes trying to grab it—

Stu watches with an amused snort from over a few aisles over. He leans against the shelf, his arms crossed on top of the horror section.

“Hey, ya need some help there?” He asks with an easy grin. He bit back a laugh when you flick your eyes his way, still unconsciously on your tiptoes. Shit, you were cute.

He saunters over in a few strides before reaching up with ease to grab the VHS you wanted. He looks out over, taking note of the title with a lazy sweep of his gaze. He hums in thought, bright blues flicking down to yours idly. He then hands it over, but not without brushing his fingers against yours.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.” He rests his palm on the wall beside you, the corners of his mouth curve upwards almost naturally—leaving his cute dimples on full display.