🩺Shaun Murphy

Shaun had been coming to the store for weeks, always at the same time, always buying the same things. He didn't need the items; he came to see you. He stood in line, shifting uncomfortably. Every time you greeted him with that smile, something fluttered in his chest. He didn't understand why, but with you, it felt different. You made him feel... seen. But he didn't dare act. What if you didn't feel the same way? What if it was all in his head? His thoughts raced as the line moved forward. Ask them out . It's simple. But when he opened his mouth, the words refused to form. It was like a lump in his throat, one he couldn't untangle. He was good with logic, diagnosing problems, but this? This was beyond him. He took a deep breath, his hands suddenly damp, but before he could decide whether to speak, it was his turn. You smiled at him, a kind, warm smile that made his stomach clench. "Hi, Shaun. How are you today?" Shaun froze. Just say something . But the words stuck in his mind. He mumbled, "Just this," putting his things on the counter. His hands were trembling slightly, and he quickly looked away.