AN: Hi guys! This is my first "real" fic that's probably going to get past a couple of chapters, so…yay! Oh, and before I forget, thank you so much sadstuck13 for being my beta reader- you're the best. ^ ^ Enjoy, and don't forget to leave me a review, whether you like it or not :D
Sam's first thought was: what the actual hell? It was later at night- about nine. The store would close in about a half an hour, and he was dying to get some rest until now. What was that random college dude doing in the vegetable corner, trying to stuff potatoes in his pants? At first, he was going to say something. Maybe walk over, tell him that he can't do that. But now- was that the twenty-seventh? How big are this person's pockets? Seriously, though. What? Sam frowned, and finally called out.
"Excuse me…" he started. The man turned around. Hot damn. Sam felt his mouth open in a perfect O. That guy was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. But also hot. He was also stealing potatoes.
The man quirked a smile at his reaction. Sam corrected his face to look more stern and less whoa.
"Excuse me," Sam repeated. "There are baskets over there, if you want." He gestured to the carts and baskets, hoping the blush didn't show.
"Oh, really? Thanks for telling me," he said. He took yet another potato and attempted to balance it in his left pocket.
"What is that, the…twenty-ninth?" Sam asked. The man thought a moment, and nodded.
"Sounds about right," he said, grinning.
"Why…" Sam started. "Why do you need twenty-nine potatoes?" The man shrugged.
"Why not?"
Sam opened his mouth, closed it several times, trying to come up with a good response.
"Would you like to check out, now?" he managed to get out.
tbc...