Him.

I went to work at the supermarket. I was a shelf stacker and a cashier. A picked up a bag of flour and put them on the shelf. As I stacked I saw a few locks of familiar chocolate hair. I gently pushed apart two bags of sugar and poked my head through the gap. It was. Him. I was staring into the beautiful face of David Tennant. He looked down at me and said in a gorgeously smooth Scottish accent, "What the hell, are you doing?" My heart skipped a beat. He slowly backed away and left the shop as I took my position as cashier. The tin of beans he was holding set off the burglar alarms that were in front of the door and the guards told him he'd have to pay for it. He really needed those beans so he reluctantly approached the till and handed me the beans. I took them with shaking hands and scanned the barcode. He then bolted to the exit and hopped in a car, driving away to who knows where. Never to be seen by me again.