Bad Boys Shop Too
"If you have more than twelve items, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the express line" I said, annoyed. It was almost the end of my shift and I was getting pissed off at the customers that just wanted to ruin my day.
"Why would I go to another register when this one is faster?" I heard and I groan before looking up.
"What are you doing here?" I demand the one and only Evan Woods, standing in front of me with his usual brooding expression.
"I'm doing what normal people do at grocery stores, shopping." he said, raising his eyebrows. "Not that you would know, Chelsea."
"How do you know my name?" I asked, creeped out.
"You have a name tag." Evan answered, bored.