Our eyes catch again and we both nervously look away. Since I started working at the grocery store in the back, I always felt this tension between us. We’re both shy and socially awkward…the thought of saying something to each other terrified both of us. But there was always this look we gave each other. There was no smile, no flirting, no talking, there was just…the look.
I spent my time mostly in the back of the store away from customers. Me and several others were in charge of handling deliveries and dealt with around 3000 items each shift. She was in the same section but she dealt with her own stuff and so she would always keep to herself. Sometimes she would nervously make her way into my direction to throw trash away in the bin that was next to me. And it was always at that point that I didn’t know where to look. I had to remind myself how to breathe. How to walk. How to do any basic human function when she came near me. My heart pounded anytime she moved towards me as I panicked inside my own head, like she was a beautiful goddess descending from the heavens.
My anxiety was always high when she was around. I couldn’t tell you why. Whether it was because we were both shy and didn’t want any kind of human interaction from anyone, or whether I could sense something from her and she could sense something from me. It was always pretty bad when we were around other people. But my God, whenever I had to be in her section to put something away, my heart was ready to burst out of my chest. As I enter her part of the room that is surrounded by racks and racks of clothes…the lights get darker, the music gets quieter and it feels like only we exist in this moment. We often end up close to each other and I swear the sexual tension is unbearable. Nothing is ever said, we barely acknowledge each other…but every so often, when I feel like the tension could be cut with a knife…it comes again.
The look.
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