Oh Dear.

There is a boy.

In the Periodicals section.

Sitting at the large corner table. Alone.

If I look over through the magazine racks, I can just catch a glimpse of his face/hair.

I heard a noise and looked up and over, and OUR EYES MET THROUGH THE RACK.

He's very cute.

I feel all fluttery.

...I should put away the jerky.