I groggily pulled into the dimly lit parking lot at 3 AM. Why the fuck did I volunteer to be here so god damn early? I couldn’t even remember the drive in, I was on auto-pilot as I maneuvered the empty streets. I slid from my sliver sedan as I cringed at the glowing green and yellow store logo smiling at me from the building. I slipped my green apron on over my green polo and jeans as I trudged up to the building. There he was unlocking the door, toned, and tall with that chiseled jaw. Oh yeah that’s why I volunteered. Curtis, the grocery manager had called me at midnight last night to ask if I could come in and help with a huge unexpected order that came in.
He turned and flashed me a fucking perfect smile, his playful green eyes twinkling through strands of his shaggy brown hair, “morning Lindsey, thanks for coming in.”
God I ‘m a mess I realized as I went to comb my fingers through my red hair realizing it was not only tangled but still in the messy bun I slept on the night before, “no problem,” I said awkwardly wresting my fingers from my hair.