So Close

This is a near exact transcript of the conversation I had with Little Mishelle earlier this evening. If you're reading this, Little Mishelle, then stop because you will be bored.

I swear R was about to ask me out today. I swear it. It got quiet in the afternoon. While I was serving a customer, R came up and started serving with me. He is either at print & copy or technology, rarely check out. Good sign, right? Obviously, he is intoxicated by my scent and can't keep away. He finishes serving his customer whilst I'm still serving mine. Then he wanders over to my side of the counter and just kind of stands there. I glance back and give him my set of awesome raised brows (ya'll know I give good ones) and say, "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing!" he says.

I finish serving then turn to him and say, "Seriously, what's up?" He is acting strange.
"Nothing... So, what are you doing this weekend?"

Aw shit.

"Um, not much. I think I'm going to see World War Z tonight."
"Oh, the one about the zombies?" he asks.
"Yeah. What about you?"
"I'm going to Supanova tomorrow!"
"How exciting!" I say.

We talk about it. His smile is intoxicating. He is so happy like a child on Christmas morning.

There was a moment where I felt it coming, I swear. And then it turns out he just wanted a reason to bring up his plans to go to Supanova. Damn, son. Stop teasing me.

J