You didn't mean to go in there, you swear you didn't. But the lanky black cat who you only just got vaccinated and ready for adoption had decided that you needed to get out of that shop. And apparently also decided you needed to kick your diet in exchange for creamy cold sweets. You didn't mean to chase it into the parlor, you really didn't.
It's the cats fault, somehow, that the new employee was gorgeous and caught your eye. Yeah, it's the cats fault that he just so happened to have amazing golden eyes and gingery blond hair and that smirk that spelled your doom as soon as it formed on perfect peach lips.
But the cat got out of it's pen, and ran out of the open door, and you of course yelled at Dean to hold down the fort as you chased down that "no good fuzzball that Cas loves too much!". So you did, and it ran you in circles up and and down the block, past Bobby's hardware, the Heaven bank, and that stupid Angel's Ice Cream parlor, with the stupidly good looking worker, who just happened to be stupidly good at catching runaway cats.
He looks your 6'4'' frame up and down, several times. You shuffle and move shoulder length brown hair out of the way of your face, and notice his eyes catch the movement. His name tag reads "Gabe" with something scratched out at the end. You decide to not question it. "So, Sasquatch, what do ya wanna do with this little heathen. Not that I don't appreciate him getting you in here, but cats are kinda bad for business, or at least their hair is." God, his voice is even smoother than chocolate. But you should respond now.
"Yeah, sure." Well, now he certainly won't look at you again. Nice going Sam. "I mean, yeah, if you wouldn't mind handing him to me-" the cat scratches at your hand, and Gabe pulls him back. "Guess not, I don't suppose you'd be willing to carry him back. . .?".
The man smiles, and you nearly see stars it's so beautiful. "Mind I do not Sammy, besides, five more minutes of you certainly won't hurt", he winks and your heart skips a beat like a school girl.
So, you end up holding open the door for him and catching a brief wisp of something that's chocolate, sunshine, and sweet all rolled into one, and then it's gone because he's stepped past you, and into the busy street. Gabe is still staring while you close the door and point to the Hunter's Pet Place, the only pet store in town that isn't somehow related to Petsmart or whatever. He grins smiling at the place on the corner, "Well I hope you won't be disappointed that you have to walk all the way down the street with me?" You can only shake your head and envy that black cat whose getting a scratch behind the ears.
Lucky runaway furball.