phil's fingers tap against the steering wheel as he waits for the traffic light to turn green. it finally does and the street turns to life as cars start making their way to their destinations.

phil starts his as well, pulling up in front of the local drug store only a few minutes later.

he slams the door shut, shoving his keys in his jeans pocket. cool air from the air conditioners blows over him as soon as he walks in making him shiver.

he looks through the shopping list on his phone. "tissue box, candy, air fresheners, chewing gum," he says under his breath.

he walks to the isle on his left, eyes scanning the shelves for what he needs and crouches down to look at the items in the lower rack when he hears a person behind him.

"may i help you, sir?"

phil looks over his shoulder to see a boy of about 20, look at him from above with a kind expression on his face.

phil blushes before getting back up to his feet and turning round to look at the boy. "uh um i -".

he turns a deeper red as the brunet giggles.

'why is he giggling? he probably saw your underwear when you were crouching, or even worse: your butt crack. why do you have to wear loose jeans? oh god, you're pathetic. buy a belt for fuck's sake,' he tells himself.

"i - i can't seem to find what i need," he says clearing his throat.

"no worries. i'll help." the boy says with a smile.

"oh, thank you. right, i need a tissue box and some air freshners for my car."

the boy looks at him with a slightly amused look before saying, "they are right behind you, sir. right where you were looking for them."

"oh crap." phil smiles nervously when he spots them. "sorry," he adds when the boy giggles again.

they walk to the counter and phil grabs some candy and gum along the way.

"matt's not here so i'll help with the transaction." the younger man said, standing behind the counter.

phil hands the money over and looks at the name tag on the assistant's red shirt. "thank you, dan."

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okay, i'm 8 minutes late. it's now 11th march.