I stumbled back on my feet, "Wait!"
"Hmm?" The person turned around, his one loose bang bobbing as he faced me, "So you do work here?"
"Well yes…I… we do. " I motioned towards Yuma "Welcome to GameClan!"
"Great! Can you help me with something?" His voice was low, smooth, and deep and he looked similar to what he sounded like. He was pretty good looking. Yuma studied my gaze and began to tense. I blushed softly.
"Of course! What can I do for you?" I smiled, "Looking for something in particular?"
"I don't really know," he coughed, "there's this girl…"
Yuma smirked knowingly and crossed his arms, "Here, let me help."
"Maybe both of you could help." He twisted his foot against the carpet and grinned, "I mean you guys seem like a pretty solid couple."
"Yeah, sure, wait. What?" I staggered back in shock, "You can't really mean that!
"And why can't he?" Yuma scoffed, kicking an invisible bucket.
"Why else were you clutching his shirt like that?" He pointed out, "It was obvious that you guys just kissed or had a moment or something." He raised one eyebrow, "Hmm?"
"You caught us!" Yuma laughed barely blushing, throwing his hands up in the air, he nudged me in the rib, "Now let's go help Mr…."
"Al."
"Let's go help Mr. Al find a game for his sweetheart,"
"KK whatever you say." I was confused, "So Al, what type of game does she like?"
"Well, she's a real pacifist, she can't stand for violence." He muttered something under his breath before continuing, "My little Annie is so sweet! And so cute! Ah~ I love her so much!"
I wonder if Yuma ever talks like that about me. I quickly threw the thought from my mind, Probably not, I mean, our first kiss was yesterday, and I haven't even decided to be his girlfriend yet.
"Is she a puzzler?" I found myself instinctively asking, "And what system did you say she has?"
"Oh she's so smart. I bet she is. Is there a good video game with like, just puzzles? I wouldn't want her to think I was a nerd." His eyes grew wide, "I'm anything but a nerd. See I've got muscles!" He began to clutch the bottom of his sweater.
"No no no. No need for that." Yuma cautiously glanced to the side before waving his arms around to stop Al. "Here. Professor Layton and the Curious Village."
"Oh thank you!" Al clutched the game close to his heart. "How much?"
"Used or new?"
"Only the best for my sweet Annie!"
"So new then? " Yuma ripped the other copy out of his hand and replaced it with another, "Teto'll take you at the register."
"Thank you!" He skidded the game across the table, "Here!"
"Anything else you would like today?" I always tried my hardest not to say that line in a monotone.
"No."
"30 bucks please."
"How much was the used again?"
I stifled a laugh, "17."
"I'll take that."
"Here ya go." I already had the other copy prepared under the desk.
"Thank you! Ann will love this!"
"I know she will!" Yuma yelled as the guy ran out the door.
"That went well." I plopped down on the small couch in the corner of the store. Yuma sat down beside me.
"That kid really liked his girlfriend, didn't he?" He sighed.
"You can't call him a kid," I pointed out, "He's like a few years older than us."
"Really? I couldn't tell."
"'Cause you were too busy being jelly of his abs." I teased.
"What no!" He patted his stomach, "I have perfectly fine abs, thank you very much."
I rolled my eyes, "That guy clearly has like 148% abs. Whereas you, my friend." I poked him on the cheek, "Have a modest 70%."
"My abs, are as good as that guy's." He glanced around, "Wanna see?"
"No!"
"You sure?"
"Positive!" I held down his sweatshirt to make sure my point was clear.
"I know you're not sure."
"I AM AS SURE AS I HAVE EVER BEEN BEFORE." I held my grip even tighter, and began to laugh, I have no idea why.
"You hungry?"
"Huh?" I let my grip loosen a bit.
"You never got that jerky."
"Oh no! Mah jerky!" I felt my hand collide with my cheeks. "I'll save you!" I crawled over Yuma and somersaulted across the floor, while the pink-haired boy's cheeks reddened at my action. I landed on my back, groaning.
"Jerky…" I whispered, stretching my hand towards the door, "My one true love…"
"What was that?" Yuma's dazed expression quickly grew alert.
"You're getting jealous of a snack food now?" I snorted, "That's a new low even for you."
"No. I'm just…" He was so cute when he was guilty. "Here, I'll get you your jerky."
"Really?"
He nodded and walked into the staff room. I just lied there, on the floor, and curled myself into a ball.
"WHIPPED CREAM!" White foam began to blur my vision.
"What the-" I started before defending myself.
"Every awkward moment is better with whipped cream?" He cocked his head, "right?"
"Where did you get that?"
"A book."
"You read a book?"
"Don't act so surprised!" He tossed a can towards me, "C'mon spray to your hearts content."
"You bet your spice I will." I rose up and shook the can, then stopped, "Let's do this outside."
"But baby it's cold outside." He whined
"Be a man. Make up for your lack of abs."
"Alright."