Strolling into the supermarket, I locked eyes with the really handsome cashier.
‘Hey again,’ I whispered, blushing.
His name was Chad, and we'd been flirting for months.
Chatting away about our days, sharing shy smiles.
With his dark hair and easy smile he always managed to brighten up my shopping trips.
It was December 2001, and, then 20, I was smitten, but didn't have the confidence to do anything about it.
Only, after I'd paid for my shopping, I heard footsteps running after me.
Whirling around I came face to face with his boss.
‘Chad likes you! Call him,’ she grinned,
