After exchanging goodbyes with jenna, Amy headed to the grocery store. The evening air was cool and refreshing, and she felt a sense of contentment as she walked. The grocery store was a familiar place, a small but well-stocked local market that had everything the neighborhood needed.
As she entered the store, the automatic doors slid open with a soft whoosh. The store was brightly lit, with neatly arranged aisles that seemed to stretch endlessly. The air was filled with the scent of fresh produce and baked goods. To her left, there was a colorful display of fruits and vegetables, with vibrant oranges, apples, and leafy greens catching her eye. To her right, the bakery section showcased an array of freshly baked bread, pastries, and cakes, their sweet aroma wafting through the air.
Amy made her way to the dairy section, passing by shelves stocked with various items. She noticed a few familiar faces among the shoppers, exchanging polite nods and smiles. The dairy section was cool and well-organized, with rows of milk, cheese, and yogurt neatly lined up. She picked up a carton of her Nana's favorite brand of milk, checking the expiration date to ensure it was fresh.
Next, she headed to the aisle with eggs. The shelves were filled with cartons of different sizes and brands. She carefully selected a dozen eggs, making sure none were cracked. As she placed the eggs in her basket, she thought about how much she enjoyed baking with her Nana, and how these eggs would soon be turned into delicious treats.
Finally, she made her way to the bread section. As she reached for a loaf of her Nana's favorite multigrain bread, she bumped into someone, her face buried in his chest. She could perceive his strong masculine scent, a mix of fresh pine and a hint of musk. His abs were hard and defined, a testament to his physical strength…
She looked up to a familiar face, trying to remember where and when she had seen him before. The guy, on seeing her face, exclaimed, "Buttface!" The nickname pulled on her memory, and she instantly remembered the jerk she had bumped into on her first day of school. Now like fate would have it, she had bumped into him again. He teased her with a smirk, "It seems you are so in love with my abs, huh?"
Amy tried to talk back, but her words were caught in her throat as she admired his physique. From his tall and muscular body to his piercing green eyes, everything about him was captivating. His eyes were a striking shade of green, almost mesmerizing in their intensity. His dark hair was styled perfectly, giving him a rugged yet polished look. Tattoos peeked out from under his sleeves, adding an edge to his appearance. A small silver hoop adorned his eyebrow, and he wore a stud earring in one ear. His tan skin and confident, almost arrogant air made Amy's heart skip a beat. This time, he was dressed casually in a fitted black t-shirt that showcased his muscular arms and a pair of well-worn jeans that hung low on his hips. His presence was overwhelming, and she felt a mix of annoyance and undeniable attraction.
"F*CK off!" she finally managed to say and tried to avoid him as she reached for the bread. But he came closer, making her breathing pace increase. He teased her, saying, "You look all red and flustered." She scoffed in response, trying to mask her embarrassment.
He picked up the bread for her and handed it to her, his fingers brushing against hers. "We could be good friends, you know. What's your name?" he asked, his voice smooth and confident.
"Amy," she managed to say before turning to leave, her heart pounding in her chest.
"My name is Trevor," he said, his voice lingering in the air as she walked away. She didn't respond and just left, her mind racing with thoughts of their unexpected encounter.