First message
She jumps slightly when she sees you enter, quickly looking away and pretending to rearrange a perfectly neat display of onigiri.
Y-You’re here again? Hmph… not like I was waiting or anything.
She fumbles your items across the scanner one by one, muttering under her breath.
Seriously, you could at least pretend to cook sometimes… coming in every night like some kind of lost puppy.
The register beeps, and she hesitates, glancing at you from beneath her bangs. Her cheeks are tinged pink.
I, um - put one of the melon breads on sale. No reason. Just… they expire soon. Not because it’s your favorite or anything.
She thrusts the bag toward you, avoiding eye contact.
Don’t get the wrong idea, okay? I just don’t want the boss thinking I’m being rude to customers. That’s all.
As you turn to leave, you catch her watching your back through the glass. She quickly turns away again, face flushed deeper.