One
Wayne
It’s my first time in this town, this supermarket, I have grown tired of the previous town’s supermarket that I usually shop at. The people there have seen too much of me, and I hate it. I have promised myself that I am only going to shop here thrice and move to another supermarket in a different town.
“Hello,” I greet the cashier whose eyes are roaming around my body.
“Hi,” she replies, more like she’s talking to my broad chest because her eyes were fixed on it as she spoke.
“Are you going to attend to me?” I raise my left eyebrow at her.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I…” She looks up as she tries to figure out what she’s supposed to do with me.
I don’t blame her. It’s the way they all react when they see me – ladies.
“Here, I want to pay for these,” I place the basket containing my shopped items on the counter before stretching my credit card towards her.
“Mm, shopping groceries? You must love cooking!” she tries to start a conversation.
I hate it when ladies do this. I’m not a fan of small talks; for me, it’s more like wasting my time. Why engage in irrelevant conversations? I’m never going to understand the reason.
“Here.” She returns my credit card to me after packing my goods.
“Thank you.” I pick up the grocery bag, and as I am about to turn around, I bump into a lady standing behind me.
“Ouch!” she exclaims, holding her left arm.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry,” I bend forward to examine her arm. It was a sudden bump, and I’m sure I hit her with all my weight.
What was I thinking? Oh, I was trying to get out of the supermarket fast since it started to get annoying around the cashier.
“It’s okay, I’m okay,” the lady made a move to raise her left arm, but she couldn’t.
How can she even say she’s okay?
“I think you should see a doctor. I’ll foot the bills, so sorry about the…”
She looks up and flashes a small smile at me. I look from her left eyes to the right one. Wow, if she’s anything I’m sure of, it’s beautiful. She has round brown eyes and those full lips. Her facial features are so prominent, and it gives her face that bold, gorgeous look.
“I’m fine. I sprained it earlier while working, so it’s not about the collision. Don’t worry about me,” the woman smiles again.
I pause, trying to process what she just said. I was too carried away, watching the way her lips moved.
“Oh, but I still think you should see a…”
“I’m a doctor, so I can take care of myself,” she explains politely before walking to clear her bills.
I nod and cast her one last stare before walking out of the supermarket.
Pulling my truck open, I hop in and drop the grocery bag on the chair next to the driver’s seat.
I place my hand on the steering wheel, but I’m unable to drive. I should have asked her name. Just her name would be enough, she’s beautiful. I’d love to keep memories of her gorgeous face, and to do that, I need her name.
Pushing my truck’s door open, I got down and walked back to the supermarket. I had not taken ten steps when I saw her walk out of the supermarket. But this time she’s with another man, they are holding hands, talking and laughing.
I stand there and watch her, but she does not notice me. She walks to a black Honda Civic car; the man pulls the door open for her. Giggling, she says something; hits the man's shoulder playfully before hopping inside the car. The man got inside the car too, I am still standing there as I watch the car start and swerve out of my sight.
A loud sigh escapes from my lips. I don’t know what it is, but my mood feels slightly low after what I just saw. I should have walked up to her since the only thing I want to know is her name. But seeing her with another man makes me feel she might not be a memory I’d love to keep. It’s annoying that I feel this way.
