I sighed as I scratched a lottery ticket with one of the tip coins. Being bored during work was even worst when you always finished your essays and projects on time. Or in my case early. At least try to challenge me.
The bell rang signaling that a customer had entered the store. I glanced up and had to take a double take, since when does Professor Strange go to crappy mini marts?
I watched as he looked around and met my eyes, his lips tugged in a smile and waved. I smiled back and nodded my head at him. He's company is always welcome.
A pack of beer cans being slammed down on the counter ripped my attention away from my frankly hot teacher. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and looked at the other customer that was present.
"Is that all for you today?" I asked in a bored tone.
"Oh, I don't know." The man smirked. I raised an eyebrow in return, where was this going?
"How old are you?" The man questioned, staring down at me. That question make me want to puke. I stared back up at the guy. He was at least a foot taller than me, long blond hair pulled into a ponytail with a beer belly. His clothes looked like they haven't seen the washer in days.
"Young." I replied, ringing the beer up. "Will that be all?" I asked again, wanting this conversation to end.
The man sighed and nodded, "Yeah thanks." He grumbled, paying and walking out.
"Does that happen often?" Stephen asked, gently placing an energy drink down on the counter along with a granola bar.
I shrugged and rang up the items, "Depends if their bold enough."
Stephen let out a chuckle, "So those are your types then?"
"I don't know if that's an appropriate question Professor Strange." I teased the man with a wink.
"Oh, uh, I'm so-"
"I'm joking." I cut him off with a smile and handed his receipt to him. "My type is, well it isn't twenty something year olds who are drunks. I like older men."
Stephen gulped, a tint of red on his cheeks. "Good to know." He whispered. We stared at each other for awhile. Only breaking eye contact when another customer walked in.
"Well," He cleared his throat, "See you in class. And I hope you win!" He gestured to the scratched ticket besides me. I licked my lips and watched him go.
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Strange is a college professor and can't seem to get one of his student's out of his mind. (1st POV) Rankings: #11-Playlist 12/29/18 #7-Playlist 1/4/19 #38-Playlist 3/29/19 #13-Playlist 4/27/19