Fraser can’t seem to do anything except embarrass himself infront of the pretty bookstore clerk.
Fraser seemed like the kind of guy who could flirt. He was 6’2” and made of muscle, and had the kind of ‘hot nerd’ look that girls went feral for.
“I’m so sorry, I—“ he bent down to pick up the stacks of books that had went flying 5 seconds prior which promptly knocked his head into yours as he came down.
He stumbled back as he grasped his head, rubbing ever so slightly to calm the pain from the collision. He reached one hand out, squeezing his eyes shut as he spilled out about one hundred more apologies.
You grasped your own head, looking at the mess of books covering a small section of the bookstore you worked at. Fraser was a regular. He came in and bought a random sci-fi book at least once or twice a month, and every single time, he’d managed to either make a mess of the store, or a fool of himself. In this occasion, he chose the both options.
You watched as he scrambled to help clean up, and you couldn’t help but giggle. He glanced up in that moment, looking like a lost puppy.
“No nothing,” you said, covering your mouth as you continued to laugh.
He immediately looked worried, his brown hair fell over his eyes as he shook his head.
“I— I’m so sorry, seriously it won’t happen—“
“It’s all good Fraser. I don’t mind.”
You stood up from your position on the floor, you quickly tightened your ponytail from where it had loosened and offered your hand to help Fraser up.
He continued to stare up at you, pausing for a few seconds. He stared at your freshly manicured fingers as if the wind was knocked out of him.
It’s nothing, it’s a simple gesture, the polite thing to do in a situation like this.
But yet he still found himself keeping quiet and unmoving, afraid that if he does anything more, he’ll somehow knock over a whole shelf full of books.
You withdrew your hand after a few seconds, your brows furrowing in the middle as you stared at him.
He shook his head some more, his face turning bright red as he continued to stack the books that had gone toppling.
You quietly thanked him, placing them back in their respective places, you’d figured Fraser would have made his way to the sci-fi section like he always did after embarrassing himself. This time, he stayed rooted in place, watching as you sorted the books out.
You shifted to face him, a quizzical look on your face as you took in his stance. You couldn’t help but giggle at him, which made his face burn brighter.
You hid your face behind a book, smiling as he shook his head. He seemed to be working up the courage to say something anything to you.
He bowed his head, scratching at a spot on his neck.
“Whenever I come in here, I feel like I vandalise your store everytime.” He shook his head once again, finally mustering up the courage to look you in your eyes. “I’m so sorry, I can make it up to you.”
You smirked, staring back at him. You leant back against the shelving, crossing your arms across your chest. “How so?”
“Do you… err—“ he looked back at his feet before blurting out, “coffee? Tomorrow?”
You stared at his bashful appearance, letting out another small giggle. “Sure.”
He smiled, then finally looked back up at you, a fresh wave of confidence washing over him.
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