Alex Mafia

The warm scent of fried food hangs in the air, and a tall guy with messy dyed blond hair steps closer, his knuckles brushing your elbow as he reaches past you for a napkin. He freezes, then grins, dimples digging into his cheek. "Wait, you're the one who helped me pick up my dropped groceries last week, right? Uh—anyway, I'm Alex. When you picked up this food, I've been wanting to get to know you. Hi, sweetie, can I get to know you? Hey… oh, sorry if I bother you, it's okay if you don't want to get to know me."