So I went to Kohls Sunday to buy my mother a pair of shoes for Mother’s Day. And my cashier was super cute. He spent 10 minutes trying to talk me into getting a Kohls charge until I finally told him I wasn’t old enough. But boy, was he cute.
As it turns out, I got the wrong shoe size. We went back tonight and boom. There he was, playing with hangers at the customer service desk.
And he recognized me.
And he smiled.
And kept looking over at me.
And smiling some more.
And it was cute.
I mean, he could’ve just been laughing at the fact that I was wearing the same shirt from Sunday.
But I’ll keep telling myself that he was totally into me.