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PHIL
Phil watched him come in out of the corner of his eye, long legs eating up the distance between him and the cookies faster than should be humanly possible. He disappeared down an aisle, his brown curls reappearing around corners and bobbing up over the end displays.
“Excuse me.”
Phil blinked and found himself staring into the face of a rather frustrated customer. “I’m so sorry,” he giggled self consciously, his cheeks heating up as he helped the woman in front of him.
He spotted the boy with the soft hair and long legs heading towards the front with his basket of sweets and tried to rush the woman along so he would be the next open register, but the woman decided it was a good time to chat. Phil felt his heart sink to his shoes as he watched the boy walk to the next cashier and pay for his food without so much as a glance in his direction. Not that he owed Phil a glance; he hadn’t been the one watching a stranger shop.
Phil sighed and turned back to the woman who was still droning on about some grandchild of hers with health issues and wondered when he was going to see the boy again. He saw him every week without fail; his soft brown head of hair always came in to stock up on what seemed like way too many cookies for one person, but Phil was always worried that he wasn’t going to come in the next week.
He smiled and nodded his way through the rest of his shift, all politeness and helpful words with his customers and manager, but his mind was on those long, long legs of the boy he’d never spoken to.
Phil thought about those legs all the way home; thought about the curls while he made his nightly coffee and sugary pancakes. He thought about the dark eyelashes he’d barely caught a glimpse of while he brushed his teeth, and fixated on large hands while he pretended to watch TV with his roommate. And then he dreamt about them all tied together into one too-good-to-be-true boy as he curled up under his bright green bedspread.