Bo Burnham /reader. Yeah. Another one.

Who is that?

It was another busy, stressful day at work. Y/n was typing prescriptions when she noticed a tall man walk inside. This is a small town so anyone new was noticed right away- at least
y/n noticed right away. One of her least favorite and very smelly patients was at the counter demanding their usual desired amount of attention, which of course was all of it. They were even more hateful today than normal. She had gotten to the point to where she hated almost every single person who walked through those doors. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the tall man behind them. WAIT— y/n looked away to breath. Obviously lack of oxygen was making her hallucinate. She turned back around and the stinky patient had finally walked away, but had left their putrid lingering scent behind. Grabbing the can of Lysol she kept for reasons just like this, she sprayed a large amount of it around. After the spray dissipated a bit, the tall man stepped forward. She wasn't hallucinating. It was him. Bo Burnham was her favorite comedian. 'Stay calm don't freak out.' She told herself. She pulled it off surprisingly well. "Sorry about the spray. Can I help you?" He smiled softly. "It's ok the spray was necessary. Could you point me in the direction of something for allergies?" Y/n pointed. "Aisle 6" he nodded and headed in the direction she pointed him to. She wanted the day something. Anything. But nothing she tho got of sounded good. While she pondered on what she should say no walked up and waited to be rang up. Smiling, y/n rang him up without saying a word other than the usual polite words that she normally said in a transaction. He smiled and thanked her before he left. Y/n was in a daze for the rest of the evening. When she finally got home she had retired to the couch to rest her feet. Her phone chimed. She had subscribed to get notified if bo had sent a tweet. She did that with all of her favorite celebs. She nearly spat out her drink when she read the tweet "thanks to the girl at the drug store for the face full of Lysol it saved me from the stench. Mostly" she dropped her phone. She stood up and had a mini panic attack but in a good way if that's even possible. Finally she sat back down and thought. How could she reply without being weird? She had a constant fear of meeting the people she looked up to. She was always afraid of making them uncomfortable or acting like a basic fangirl, which she totally was. Finally the words just flew from her fingertips as she typed furiously. "I was afraid that smell would have given us conjunctivitis. You're welcome." She let out a sigh. Pleased that she hadn't come off as too much of a prepubescent fangirl. Then her phone chimed again. "Shit!" She said as she read the notification. "He liked my tweet!" She smiled before she heard the phone chime two more times. She looked and read her phone's screen then proceeded to let out some excitement and jumped up and down. Bo had followed her and sent her a direct message. "Hey it's you! I didn't realize you knew who I was. How was the rest of your shift?"