He stood there with the refrigerator door open, staring at
what little options were in front of him.
Besides a bottle of mayonnaise, all there was was Gatorade and leftover
Chinese food from the other night.
Typical bachelor,
he thought.
Sighing, James reached for the Chinese food. The top popped open and the worst foul smell
filled the kitchen, and he quickly threw it in the trashcan at the end of the
island.
Glancing at the clock, he grabbed his wallet and turned
towards the front door. James hadn’t taken
two steps when he turned back on his heel and grabbed the trash bag,
dropping it down the trash chute by the elevator before he headed out onto the
Pittsburgh streets.
--
The doors opened automatically as James walked into the
grocery store just a couple blocks from his apartment building.
It was late and near closing time, the isles abandoned and
left disordered by the swarm of customers during the day. The music played through the speakers
clearly, a relaxing break from the usual sounds of hectic shoppers, rolling
carts and beeping registers.
James grabbed a basket and walked to the far right of the
store where he started wandering up and down each isle.
He went through his mental checklist, making sure he didn’t
forget anything.
Cereal, check. Pasta, check. Milk, check. Chicken and beer. Lots of beer.
James rounded the corner of the isle to grab the last of the
things he needed, coming to a halt at the sight before him
“I swear, I stared, my niece my witness. The brother had it goin’ on with somethin’
kinda… uh. Wicked, wicked oooh had to
kick it. I’m not shy so I asked for the
digits…”
Like it was karaoke night, the girl in front of him was
rapping to the music coming from the speakers above, swaying from side to side
like she were Salt N’ Pepa. She hadn’t
noticed him, James looked around to see if anyone else was as witness to this but
he was alone.
Breaking into the chorus, he took the moment to give her a
once over.
She was small, he had to have had almost a foot on her. Her wavy, dirty blonde hair fell midway
down the back of her short leather jacket.
His eyes went further down, admiring the way her dark gray skinny jeans
hugged her curvy legs before disappearing into a pair of black boots. Her hips swayed from side to side and her
shoulders shook as she danced.
Standing in front of the chicken selection, she would pick
up a package and get distracted by the song once more before putting
it back and doing it again like a dance.
“You’re packed and you’re stacked especially in the back. Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt
like that,”
“Well I’ll be sure to thank her for you,” James finally spoke up,
trying not to chuckle.
The petite blonde whipped around at the sound of his voice,
dropping the chicken in her hand. Her
eyes went wide in embarrassment when she saw that she had an audience.
Her cheeks turned ten shades of red, and James didn’t bother holding back the smile
that came to his lips.
--
She wanted to disappear, right there. Let the
floor open below and swallow me! She begged.
It was bad enough that she was caught rapping to Salt N’
Pepa in a grocery store, but did he have to be so good looking?!
Leaning against the stack of soda boxes at the end of a nearby
isle, stood one handsome man. The navy
blue V-neck sweater was rolled up to his elbows and was taut across his wide
shoulders. He wore a watch on the wrist
of the hand he casually had stuffed in his front pocket.
There’s just something
ridiculously sexy about a guy who wears a watch.
A pair of light blue jeans hugged his thick legs like
wrapping paper, and the only thing more distracting than those jeans was his
smile. She was pretty confident that with that smile, he could get away with murder.
Gladly, she
thought.
He took a step
towards her, “That was a pretty good performance,” he winked.
Oh shit.
She mentally shook herself back into reality as quick as she could. “Heh, I’ll be here all week,”
she laughed nervously. She picked up the
chicken off the floor and turned her back on the man staring at her, the
selection of chicken had become quite interesting.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw him walk up next to
her, just as intrigued in the chicken as she.
“'Push It' was always my favorite song of theirs,” he said
nonchalantly. “Oh, baby, baby. Baby, baby,” he sang, not without thrusting
his hips slightly.
She looked up at him, and was met with just a second of seriousness before a smile cracked at
the corner of his lips.
The two broke out in fits laughter, the sound filling the deserted grocery store.
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