This choice: Demand Tabitha tell you how she got all the candy • Go Back... You pull up your rusty old car to curb in front of Smendserson's Confections, a source of Tabitha's sizable sweets cache. You glance through the window at the front of the shop and see a tall, slender boy around your age helping a customer. His long, blonde locks dance around his impressive cheekbones as he scooped up chocolate candies from a jar before handing a bag full of them to an elderly lady.
"Oof. No wonder Tabitha has a crush on him..." you mumble to yourself.
It had taken some work, but you finally got from Tabitha where she was getting all her candy from. Half a mile from their house was Smendserson's, a candy store Heather had always seen but never went in to despite her desire to look like she could devour the stocks of entire candy stores. Tabitha had gone in one afternoon and immediately developed a crush on Tyler, the boy who typically manned the counter on evenings and weekends. Her immense candy cache came as a result of frequenting Smendserson's, giving her an excuse to see and chat up the handsome young man.
You wait a few moments after the only customer leaves before heading in. As you open the door, your mouth immediately starts salivating at the sight and smells of all the delicious sweets in the store.
"Hello! Welcome!" the boy said, greeting you with a wave. "What can I help you with?"
"Oh, I'm just looking around," you lie. Tyler looked even more handsome up close, and your heart beats a little faster as you glimpse his light grey eyes. "I, uh, heard a lot of good things about this place from my sister."
The boys face lit up. "Oh? And your sister is..?"
"Her name is Tabitha and..." Tyler's smile immediately faded upon mention of your sister's name. "Is...something wrong?"
"Umm...yeah, I know Tabitha. She's in here a lot," he began to explain. "She buys lots of stuff, but she's always trying to talk with me and get my attention. Even when the store is packed. It's starting to get grating, you know? Small talk is fine and everything, but I got a job to do and whenever Tabitha stops by I'm pretty much stuck with her and unable to deal with anything else."
"Ugh, sorry about that. I think she has a bit of a crush on you," you admit. "I'll tell her to stop bugging you."
"Please! I'd be so grateful!" he exclaimed.
"Say no more!"
You two start chatting for a while and find out more about Tyler. His family owns and runs Smendserson's on their own. He's lives in town but is homeschooled by his parents, hence why you've never seen him before at school despite being similar ages. In most of his free time, he works at his family's store while his parents largely work in the back making the loads of sweets they sell.
"Not a bad gig, I guess," you say, wishing that your own parents had started a candy company for many weighty reasons.
"I like it," Tyler said as he brushed back some of his blonde hair behind his ear.
"Except when Tabitha comes in?"
"Uh, yeah. Except that..." he admitted.
"Look, have...my...number..." you say as you scribble down your digits on a loose piece of receipt paper on the counter. You slid the slip over to Tyler. "Let me know if Tabitha is still being problematic."
"Will do!" Tyler said before shoving the slip into his pocket. "Anyways, were you looking to buy anything?"
"...those chocolates over there look pretty good..." You say, pointing to elaborately decorated chocolates on display. Tyler walked over to the display case, grabbed the tray, and dumped its entire contents into a box.
"Here, on the house!" Tyler said, handing you the box.
"...thank you, sir." you say, taking the box from him.
"No, thank you!" he replied with a smirk.
***
That night, you lay in bed popping chocolate after chocolate into your mouth, groaning in delight as each piece explodes with flavor in your mouth. You're nearly done with the entire box having gorged yourself like the fat girl your destined to be.
"God, these are good. How does Tyler stay so skinny working there? I'd be as big a house if I were him..." you wonder to yourself.
As if on command, your phone bleeps. You grab it to see a text from an unknown number.
hey! it's Tyler! Is this heather, from the store this afternoon? Did you try those chocolates yet?
You pop another into your mouth before eagerly texting him back.
I'm almost done with the whole box! O.o
haha! Good, I know!
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