That same kid came into the store today. My heart instant started racing, my mind losing all coherency. His hair was neatly placed on his head, a loose, V-neck shirt hanging off his shoulders, tight black jeans curving with his amazing legs.

                He was perfection.

                And he grabbed the same thing as always, a box of sodas and two candy bars. He came up to my line, like always, and pulled out that small, adorable blue wallet of his.

                And I tried again, like I did every Friday when he came.

                “You drink a lot of soda, huh?” I asked, making sure to slowly scan the items.

                He didn’t respond, like always.