"That Beautiful Cashier Girl" - A Story

"That Beautiful Cashier Girl" - A Story

Once upon a time.

It was just another day doing the usual groceries at my hometown supermarket. I gathered my usual stuff: meats, veggies, etc. and proceeded to go to the cashier gates. Upon arrival when it came my turn to pay I noticed the cashier: she was a young woman in her early-mid 20's with a foreign complexion, she looked pretty and approachable, sporting a pleasant vibe overall. I paid for my stuff, said thank you to her and didn't think much about it. Little did I know that my ordinary grocery visits were about to change into thrills.

Little did I know that my ordinary grocery visits were about to change into thrills.

Fast forward to the next time doing groceries, same place, same environment. Nothing out of the ordinary as I gather my stuff, I'm in my own thoughts and approach the cashier gates as usual. As I'm standing in the line waiting for my turn, I see the cashier is someone who I haven't seen before. The queue line gets shorter and shorter, and finally there's only one person in front of me before it's my turn to lay the goods on the conveyor. All of a sudden I notice something: The current cashier gets replaced by a familiar looking face: it's the pretty cashier girl from before! It's normal that cashiers get replaced as their shifts end, but now there is something different about her arrival upon the scene.

"An eyeful here, an eyeful there, she tells you there are sparks in the air."

She looks as if she is a different person compared to the last time I saw her. She is shining: her makeup is done incredibly neatly in a way that emphasizes the beauty of her facial features and she is absolutely stunning. She was already pretty before but now it is as if someone had flipped a switch and she totally stands out.

As she takes her seat she looks at me somehow differently compared to last time. There is a story in her eyes, like a sparkling twinkle. I pay for my things and say thank you to her like last time, she smiles at me and we look each other in the eyes. She doesn't wear a name plate and it makes me want to know her name even more. She makes a lasting impression with her sudden arrival behind the cash register. I start to wonder, could she have come to replace her co-worker just to see me..?

There is a story in her eyes, like a sparkling twinkle.

Next time at the supermarket I find myself taking a detour and checking out the cash registers upon entry. It is as if my feet just take me that route: I'm trying to see if the beautiful cashier girl is having a shift today. The supermarket is huge and there are close to twenty cash register lines side by side, I'm determined to go through them all just to see if she's there. She's not there so I proceed to do the groceries.

After gathering groceries I walk along the lengthy candy shelves which lead to the cash register area. While still far away I can distinctively see two young cashier women side by side: they're looking at my direction and talking together, one is behind the cash register and the other is hanging out with her. Upon approach I realize that it's the cashier girl and one of her colleagues. Out of curiosity I make a test move and switch my walking route so that I won't end up directly to their cash register but instead to the one beside theirs.

As I start to queue at the cash register line next to them, to my surprise the cashier girl comes to hang out at the very same cash register. She has clearly been having a break as she has a cool black leather jacket on top of her work attire. She talks with the current cashier and we exchange looks a few times. I feel the butterflies in my stomach. I pay for my things and at this point I'm convinced that we've noticed each other. I wanted to compliment her badass-looking leather jacket so bad.

I wanted to compliment her badass-looking leather jacket so bad.

We notice each other every time we run into each other at the supermarket. For the time being grocery shopping has become an adventure starring the cashier girl and myself. We play a game of looks and look-aways, direct- and vague. I admire her long dark hair, her beautiful eyes and face, her tall figure... I guess I'm sweet on her to a degree. In the midst of my dreaming I wonder if she dreams of me.

Do you remember the feeling of butterflies in your stomach? ^^

"That Beautiful Cashier Girl" - A Story

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"That Beautiful Cashier Girl" - A Story
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