He always comes in around 10pm which is when I start closing up my parents shop in Newtown. 10pm is prime time for misfits to rush in for last-minute contraceptives and smokes. So when he first came in with a white cravat, black leather jacket and a hairstyle from circa. 2010 (which is trending now), I figured he’d want the same. Instead each weekend he comes in, he’d ask me something new about myself. I tell him he’s a creep every time but I always answer him.


    He always says in response, “if you can tell me I’m a creep with that tone of yours, I’m not a creep to you”.


    It was another late-night shift at the shop when he came in. This time his gait looked different and when he opened his hand to place a box of condoms on the counter, I think I paled.


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    <h2>I was preparing to swipe the item and wish him a “good night" when he looked straight at me and asked, "does me buying a box of condoms perturb you?"</h2>


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    I bit my lip, I wanted to say no, do what you like with your life. But i couldn''t.


    He sighed and took the box from my hands. "I don''t need them. I just wanted to see if it bothered you if I was to buy them." Placing his palms on the counter, he leaned in close to me and whispered, "I can see that it does bother you and I don''t mind that at all".


    I groaned and crossed my arms, "you can buy ten boxes and that won’t bother me".


    Smirking, he took another box from the neighbouring shelf, "than i will buy two boxes. One for you if I forget and one for me because I need them when I am with you".


    I told him he was stupid and lewd. He laughed and patted my head,


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    <h2>"That’s my girl, I''m stupid in lewd for you. I like you, you know that".</h2>


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    I told him I knew and pocketed the box of condoms he bought me. You know, just saving it for a white night with vows.