"So, Alex? What are your hours?"

He looked confused, still checking me out. And I'm not just talking about my groceries.

"Uhm, Wednesday's and Thursday's? But why do you ask?" He looked uncomfortable, my radiant beauty usually had that effect on people.

I leaned over the register, and took in his scent. He smelled like floor wax, obviously from a hard day at work.

He took a step back. "Uhm, next in line?"

Behind the counter I spotted the "lane closed" sign, and pulled it out.

"Sorry Hun, your lanes closed."