Imagine, you've arrived at 9am in your workplace; the supermarket. You change into your uniform; mid-thigh length skirt, flat shoes, form-fitting tee, flat shoes and a cardigan, before jogging to the stack room and collecting the fresh veg.
You walk slowly, being careful not to drop any of the produce, and place the new stock in the correct places. You hear a commotion in the next aisle and take a peek as you're naturally curious, and the shouting becomes clearer.
"OhmyGod! It's Zacky and Syn! Over by the apples!" A short, kooky looking girl is jumping up and down gleefully by two gorgeous guys; the shorter looking a little awkward while the taller, you notice, is clearly lapping up the female attention.
"Erm, guys?" You question them. "Could you keep the noise down please?"
"Sure, sorry. C'mon Syn, I told you this was a bad idea, let's just go." The shorter guy, slightly more handsome in your opinion, whispers.
"Zacky, where's your sense of adventure? We only just got here!"
"It's a supermarket. I can have plenty of that adventure in any town. Now let's go before-"
"Zacky! Synyster! OHMYGOD! AVENGED SEVENFOLD! Sign my chest!" A screaming girl runs up to them, knocking over the fruit pyramid in the process.
You gasp, getting miffed, and think just who ARE these guys? before bending over to pick up the apple by your foot.
"-before that happens." Zacky deadpans.
You straighten up, getting ready to deathglare them, but they're already escaping from the female mob.
"You'd better clear this mess up before the boss sees, Trin… Wow, you just spoke to Syn and Zacky!" Your colleague, Sapphire squeals. "Now, tell me, are they as hot in real life?"
"Erm, yeah, sure…" You trail off, thinking about how cute Zacky was when he was worried.
"Ah, good! But remember, Syn is mine, okay?" Sapphire giggles before skipping over to her checkout.
"Excuse me?" A voice comes from behind you.
"Yeah?" You turn around, to find yourself looking into the eyes of… Your boss.
"Trinity, get this cleared up. Now." He walks away, grumbling about how messy I was becoming.
"Ok, Sir." You sigh, thinking about how similar his olive eyes were to… Nah, you think, that's silly. Stupid apples.