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“You use conditioner?” She looks up at me.
“Yeah, you don’t?”
“No, I do.” She pauses, and her eyes glance at my hair as she smiles.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she replies, still smiling.
I go to push the cart, but before I can, she reaches over and grabs a bottle of something and puts it in the cart next to my stuff.
“What’s that?”
“Just hair treatment stuff.”
She watches me as I grab the bottle and read the label. It lists a number of oils, and there’s a picture of a blue lotus on the front of the bottle. I crack it open and take a sniff, my eyes immediately jumping to her hair.
“That’s what that smell is.”
I grin and can see her cheeks blushing. Then I start blushing, knowing my words tell her I could and did smell her. Putting the cap back on, I set the bottle in the basket and nudge it along, trying to regain my composure.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She waves but doesn’t look at me.
“I just meant you smell good.” Yep, my face is about to explode now. “Uh, I mean it. It smells good. You don’t smell good. No–” I grind my teeth together, growling at myself to regain some shred of composure. Thankfully, I hear her giggle, and for whatever reason, it calms me down.
“Thanks,” she says, finally looking at me. “Should we check out?”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
As we set up our hair products on the conveyer belt, the cashier starts to ring it up together.
“Oh, that’s mine.” Izzy points to her bottle. “You can ring it up separately.”
“Nonsense.” I wave at the cashier to keep going. “I got it.”
“Matt, you don’t have to—”
“I know I don’t have to.” I smile.
“Thank you.”
“All right, that’s thirty-three fifty-seven,” the cashier says.
“Twenty dollars?” I look at the screen and see how much the hair treatment bottle is.
“Yeah?” Izzy says, and I turn back to her as she bites her lip nervously.
I raise an eyebrow, looking over her hair and find her ear I whispered into earlier. “Okay, it’s worth it.”
She blushes again, letting out a laugh.
“Oh, are you two doing Mrs. Henderson’s social experiment?” the cashier asks as I slide my card in the chip reader. I can see her looking at the packets we’re both carrying.
“Yeah,” Izzy answers.
“I can’t believe she still does that.” The cashier laughs before looking at both of us. “You guys make a cute couple.”
