"You come here a lot, don't you?" You ask a boy with brown spiked up hair and matching brown eyes, climbing up onto a ladder and grabbing two shirts down from a taller rack. 

"So what if I do? Its a good clothing store."

You weren't looking at him but you could feel his gaze burning into the back of your head. 

"But you must own so many shirts, you come here like twice a week and always leave with something." You step off the ladder and hand over the shirts. 

He takes the shirts from you and smiles, "How do you know how often I come here miss," He squints and looks at your name tag, "(Y/N)?" 

You open your mouth to reply, but shut it again and he laughs, "Do you... watch me?" 

You blush and look down at your feet. 

"You do!" He smirks and you look back up at his face. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Are you going to answer my question?" 

"Why do I really come here all the time?" 

You nod. 

"If I told you why, you wouldn't believe me." 

"Try me."

The boy lets out a sigh and looks down at the shirts and thinks about it for a while, "I'm a werewolf."

You let out a laugh, "And because you're a "werewolf' You own a lot of shirts?"

"No, I get into a lot of fights and they get ripped up."

"Whatever you say, Mr.Werewolf." 

He rolls his eyes at you before following you back to the register to pay for the shirts. After he pays you, you hand over the bag containing his shirts, waiting for him to take it from your grasp.  Once he takes the bag he turns towards the door. 

"Wait!" He turns back around to look at you. "I never got your name."

"Aiden." he smiles before turning back around to leave. 

"Will I ever see you again?"

You couldn't see his face but you knew he was smiling, "I'm sure you will."