I didn’t know what the hell I had agreed to, but for some reason, I was now walking through aisles in Walmart and dropping things in my cart that I didn’t need while Gunther—yes, Gunther from Literature—stood next to me.
yes, Gunther from LiteratureTurning into the chip aisle, I pushed my cart to the Doritos, stared up at them, and nervously chewed on the inside of my cheek. I wished that I had just kept my window rolled up in the parking lot and decided to just go home.
But it was too late. I had been too nervous.
And now, a guy that I had barely said a few words to was grabbing chips from the top shelf.
“I, uh, wanted to ask you something,” he said, setting the chips into the cart.
Fuck! Please don’t ask me to go out with you. Please don’t ask me to go out with you.
Fuck! Please do
