You found yourself hoping for the curious boy to chance by the store - in your head you called him Scrat after the Ice Age squirrel, and boy, could you not get that adorable image of him gobbling up the pudding deliciously out of your head.

  Unfortunately days passed and you were starting to forget about the entire incident. You were being into the mundane ritual of your waitress and cashiering job and every day seemed the same to you. Fortunately or unfortunately, you were now better-trained at handling customers and there wasn't any more memorable experience to date.   It was a lazy Wednesday afternoon when you were wiping the glass cabinets when a boy - elaborately dressed in a studded black leather jacket, white leather jeans, sporting outlandishly-gelled back hair and ridiculously good, shiny skin -   "Are you even listening to me?"   Whoa, you literally jumped when you realized that said boy was so close to you, staring at you with those familiar round, intense wide eyes, but now dancing with urgency-   "Scrat!" You immediately covered your mouth when you realized what you had said.   His eyes boggled out incredulously, making you fear for the sockets of his eyes. "What?" He demanded out, then his eyes flickered in recognition. "It's you again! Scatterbrain!"   Now it was your turn to be flabbergasted and insulted.... but also flattered, if you had to admit to yourself. He remembered you! Even if it wasn't for a good thing. But oh my God.... he looked so fine in that get-up, no matter how ridiculous it was in this weather and situation.... What was he even doing dressed up like this with so much BB cream on his face?   "I'm in a rush today," He interrupted your thoughts unceremoniously, "Give me twelve bottles of pudding, please." Now you were no longer scared of him, knowing how he was like when he ate pudding... He was literally like a small boy. Him trying to boss you around was such fun, really.   You eyed his outfit before rushing to the fridge. He looked like he was going to a gay club.... Or to perform in a circus, it was that bling and elaborate.    "Are you eating them here?" You asked hopefully and he gave you a are-you-insane judging look.   "Do you really think that's all for me?" He shook his head, shocked