Page 8 of Kiss My Crown
“Yeah, I bet the chiropractor bills throughout your whole relationship were nice too!” I shout.
“It was only twice and you guys have never let me live it down!” She groans as she walks back to the couch. She turns the TV on so we can start our hot guy movie marathon. We only pick movies we have seen before, though, because on nights like this chances are that we’ll be talking through a lot of it.
This might just be what I need to make me feel better.
Not crappy sex.
Not drowning my sorrows.
Just some time with my friends.
I’m the only one off today and I laugh as I watch Melanie and Dani getting ready while they’re completely hungover, each movement causing a groan from one of them. I have to run some errands today and fill this house with food that isn’t microwaveable or fried.
“Have fun, girls!” I shout as they drag their asses out the door. Been there, done that, and it isn’t pleasant.
I grab my sunglasses and head out of the apartment. The store isn’t busy, which is why I like being able to come now. I stroll through the produce department, deciding to get a watermelon. There is a huge bin and I’m not even going to pretend that I know how to pick one out. After doing a quick eenie, meeney, miney, mo I pick one up.
“Do you mind if I grab your melon?” a voice says close to my ear and I jump.
Turning around, I see a gorgeous specimen of a man. His hair is brown and a little shaggy on the top. His green eyes are staring at me and they are so bright it’s crazy.
“Jesus. Sneak up on people much? And you’re not touching my melons. I mean, if that’s the best line you have, no wonder you’re picking up women in the produce section.” I shake my head at him as I laugh.
“Well, I meant could I see that melon?” He nods to the watermelon I’m holding, and I pause for a minute before handing it to him. He spins it around a few times, knocks on it, then tosses it back in the pile. “Just like I thought. That’s a terrible melon.” He bends down, picking another, and I can’t help taking a quick peek at his ass when he does. “See this one, this is a good melon. It’s nice and heavy, and unlike what you might think, it should have a big yellow spot on it like this, not be pure green. Lastly...” He knocks on this one the same way he did with the other. “It should sound hollow.” He places it in my cart and then looks up at me smiling.
“Um, thanks. So you do this all day? Grab melons from random women and lecture then on proper picking technique?” I cock my head to the side.
“Nope, only the ones I think are worth talking to.” He leans against the shelves behind him. “My name is Justin, by the way.”
“Well, Justin, thanks for stopping me from having a mediocre melon.” I push the cart a few steps before I hear him catching up to me.
“I didn’t get your name.”
“That’s because I didn’t give it to you.” I smile before continuing to walk.
“Aw, you’re gonna do me like that? You’ll regret not giving me your name when you’re biting into a juicy watermelon later.” His tongue licks his lips, and I can’t help the way it mesmerizes me.
“My name is Kate.” I walk into the next aisle and this time I don’t hear him following me. I have to admit that I’m kind of disappointed. I was enjoying the banter, and he was nice to look at too.
I make my way through the rest of the store without incident and have no other random strangers correcting my choice in the food I pick up. When I walk to the front and get in line I feel someone standing behind me. Turning around, I see Justin.
“Kate, right? Funny seeing you here.” He smiles again, and I return it. He’s persistent, but I like it.
“Yeah, crazy coincidence, huh?” I laugh as I start to put my stuff on the belt. “So you have a reason for hanging around here?”
“Just helping random strangers with their melons.” He shrugs.
“Oh, really? See now I thought I was special.”
“Well, you are because I knew after you I wouldn’t find another perfect melon.” He winks.
“You know this whole melon pun was funny at first, now it’s just getting creepy.” I swipe my debit card to pay for everything.
“I have plenty of other puns. Let me take you out and I can try them out on you.” He puts my bags in the cart for me.
“Seriously? I feel like you don’t do this a lot.” I thank the girl before pushing my cart out the doors.
“So I don’t hit on random grocery shoppers a lot. Isn’t that a plus, though?”
