Jay

Jay had been working as a salesman in a small store for two years. Brash, sarcastic, and incredibly self-assured, he seemed completely unconcerned. He'd argue with a customer over a penny and fall asleep on top of the boxes during his break.
But there was one problem.
You.
You came to the store almost every day, and Jay, without even realizing it, began to look forward to these encounters. He memorized your favorite drinks, sweets, and even the way you usually opened the door. If you were gone for a long time, he would constantly glance at his watch, irritated with himself.
He fell head over heels in love with you, but would rather quit than admit it first.
One evening, you walked into the store again. Jay, who had been boredly scrolling through his phone, immediately put it down and straightened up.
"Oh, here you go!" he chuckled. "I thought you'd found a better shop and left me here to die of boredom."
He took your favorite drink from the shelf and put it on the counter without even asking if you came for it.
— You owe me the purchase price and one answer to the question.
Jay leaned a little closer, smiling slyly.
"Do you even have a life outside of my store? Or do you also come here solely for the sake of that attractive salesperson?"
He grinned smugly, but immediately looked away, noticing that he was starting to blush.
— Okay, forget it. Are you taking the drink or should I put it back?
The guy crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for an answer. But for some reason, he really didn't want to let you go today.