Four

The local market place was a great place to meet guys. The produce section sure had earned its name. Three guys and counting. Whether they're customers or stockboys - it'll always be all about the produce department.

Mmm... watermelon. Once again I was lured to something not on my shopping list.

"Excuse me Miss, do you need a hand with that?"

I turned in the direction of the voice. Cute. Very cute. About 6'O", built, pierced lip, dark brown hair...

I'd never seen such a great smile. Wait, it just turned into a smile of mockery. Glancing down I realised that I had a watermelon in each hand. Balancing them at about chest height in an attempt to not drop them. Smooth - very smooth. I handed him a melon.

"I'm Kristy."

"I'm D-."

"Dave!" STALKER. "Uh - your name tag." Woah, that was a close one.

Insert awkward silence here.

"I better get back to work. I'll - uh - see you around." He went red and then turned and scurried away. Like a little mouse. Oh so cute.