So, I ran to the store earlier to grab a few things, and the cashier? Let's just say he was way cuter than I expected. Tall, messy hair, and this shy little smile that made me want to mess with him just a bit. I couldn't help myself.

I was wearing this simple crop top and leggings—nothing fancy—but the top was just tight enough to show a little extra. When it was my turn in line, I made sure to lean on the counter while I put my stuff down, just enough so my top shifted a little. His face turned red almost immediately, and I had to stop myself from grinning.

He started scanning my things, but I could tell he was distracted. He fumbled with one of the items and said, "Sorry about that," while avoiding eye contact. I laughed softly and said, "No problem, take your time," in a tone that was definitely not helping his nerves.

When it was time to pay, I reached into my bag and "accidentally" dropped my wallet on the floor. I bent down slowly to pick it up, making sure to arch my back just enough. When I stood up, his cheeks were bright red. Poor guy was trying so hard not to look, but I saw him sneak a glance anyway.

By the time he handed me my receipt, he was stammering a little, and I couldn't help but smile. I said, "Thanks, you've been so helpful," and walked out, swinging my hips just a little more than usual. I could feel his eyes on me the whole way.

Might need to shop there more often. 😏