summary: 01. always getting the same cashier at target no matter what day it is au. requested by in-spirational.
word count: ~ 1,800
a/n: oh my god you doN’T KNOW HOW FLUFFY THIS IS. AND CHRISTMAS FEELS BECAUSE I HAD THE URGE TO PUT IN THE HOLIDAYS DURING SEPTEMBER
It’s funny that every
time he goes to Target just to get some basic necessities, he finds himself
with the same cashier tending to his checkout every day.
Not that he’s complaining.
Emma as her nametag says, is a lovely cashier who’s
fantastic at her area of service. Plus, she’s easy on the eyes. And she’s got
his eyes for sure, knowing that he’s developed a little, stupid crush on her.
He has never once thought he’d find himself infatuated to the cashier that
checks out his stuff, but here he is, second in line and anticipating his short
moment he’ll get with her on this fine Monday evening.
“Flattered to know
you recognize me, lass.” He chuckles and pulls his wallet out from the
back pocket of his jeans while she scans all of the items. “Business seems
“It is,” she
confirms, carefully placing his stuff into a bag. “Twenty-eight,
He pulls out a fifty
dollar bill (he needs to head over to a bank later…and he forgot his credit
card), handing it over to her, and digging out sixty-five cents so he doesn’t
get too much spare change. That weighs his wallet down, and he doesn’t exactly
like carrying that extra weight around of coins he doesn’t always get to use.
“Hope you have a
He smiles, taking his
bag and nodding. “You too, Emma.”