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[Tsukishima Kei POV]
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The sound resonates through the area. It is crowded in the store. There is tension in the air, palpable annoyance of customers, sighing their irritated little sighs. The cashiers rush as well, their smiles getting a bit forced. Yeah, it definitely is a busy day today. Not that I have to deal with it. Just as always, I have no customers. Not that I care. I enjoy it. It only makes my job easier. I flip through the pages of my book until finding the right one, and start reading. I make sure to avoid the loathing stares my colleagues give me. It is their problem, not mine.
After reading a few pages I hear a sound nearby. As I look up my eyes meet the eyes of a man. He.. is pretty. He has messy black hair, a mischievous face and a snarky grin. He wears it like a professional. I feel a tad cautious. It surprises me to have a customer. Then again, this guy probably just really didn't want to wait in line. Maybe he's really in a rush?
"Well.. Looks like I chose the prettiest cashier." Ok then. Yeah. Neat. Before I can think of the most appropriate reply, I've already said something. "On the other hand, it looks like I got the worst customer. Just my luck."
The bedhead flinches slightly, but just enough for me to notice. "What?" I can hear my voice dripping with venom. "Can't handle an insult?" The guy remains quiet. That was an easy battle. He didn't look like the type to be that offended so easily, but well, never judge a book by its cover, right? Just that moment, the guy looks up. He has this annoying, shit-eating grin plastered all over his face. "Oh I can handle an insult just fine, Goldilocks. Or.. Lemme see..what does that tag say? Tsu..ki..shima! I'll call you Tsukki! A cute name.. For a cute boy!" I feel anger building inside my stomach. Who does this guy think he is? "Would you mind shutting the hell up and putting your products down already? I have work to do."
My response is cyanide. And, once again, a grim reminder why I never get customers. My reputation as "The Sarcashier" (yeah really I actually heard that name making the rounds) was rock solid after all. And I was so not getting blown away by some hot guy with messy hair and an attitude. Lets see what he'll make out of this one.
The guy puts his products on the belt. A two liter bottle of coke, salted popcorn, lots of candy, cans of energy drink... "Sure, Tsukki. It has never really been busy here, right? So what work do you have to do? Or .. maybe you can make me your work to do?" He finishes off this already creepy sentence with a grin and a wink. I feel this churn in my stomach. "I have a name for guys like you, random customer. It's called: pathetic flirt. I'm not interested in you, and I won't ever be. Shut up."
I scan his articles and glance over at the screen. "The total is 11.001 yen ." I try to sound as dull as possible. I don't really know how to handle this guy. He really doesn't seem to know when to stop. "Hold up... Yeah! There you go!" The guy drops the money on the counter. "And, Tsukki, now that we're talking about numbers... Can I have yours?" I let out a loud annoyed sigh. "My number? Why in heavens sake should I give my number to a creepy perverted guy that doesn't know when to stop? Really, it's a no from me. But you should go. Thanks for stopping by at our humble store, please visit again, preferably when I'm not around." The guy still doesn't seem affected by my words whatsoever. "The name's Kuroo Tetsurou. And yeah, I'll stop by soon. Everything for you, Tsukki!"
And with the grocery bag in one hand, the man walks off, while blowing me a kiss. Ew. No.
I let out a loud sigh once again and, with my stomach still feeling weird and my heart still racing, I continue reading. And that's what I do the entire shift long. Just like always.