It will cost 40 dollars

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Someone dared me to write a story starting with the sentence: that will cost 40 dollar. I couldn't really imagine someone actually talking like that and so I changed it a little bit. fun fact: this is my first romantic (sort of) short story and I wrote it the week after I dumped my ex. (He's also the one that dared me). Enjoy.

Submitted: December 08, 2015

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Submitted: December 08, 2015



'That will be 40 bucks.' 

'Hmmm? Oh, right.'  

I hand the clerk some bills and wait for the change and receipt. Normally I'd be in a hurry to go but this time I don't bother. Nobody is watching or listening to me or even giving me the slightest bit of attention. Everybody is going their own way. I think this might actually be the first time that others are ashamed to be seen instead of me.  

'Here's your change and this is your receipt. If the product isn't satisfactory, you'll be able to swap it for something else within 7 days of purchase.' 

'Oh, that's quite alright. It's a gift for one of my friends.' 

'Close friend?' 

'Sort of. We go way back.' 

Sad to say, but this might actually be the longest conversation I ever had with a clerk. Behind me I can see a man waiting for me to leave. He seems to be ashamed of whatever he's hiding behind his back. I smile and turn back to the clerk. 

'Do you often get to talk to customers? Or are they all silent, ashamed and eager to leave this store unseen?' 

'I have to say that you're the first one to actually look me in the eyes. Most people just grunt and look away. This is kind of refreshing.' 

The man hiding half behind an aisle shuffles his feet. It seems like he wants to make his purchase but is still unable to muster enough courage and stand behind me in line. The sad, bashful look on his face makes me want to giggle. I guess it's written all over my face. 

'You're a bit of a sadist, aren't you?' 

'Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess I am. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm holding up the line. I should stop talking and just take my bag and leave. He looks like he's about to cry. *giggle* Well, it was nice talking to you. Have a nice day.' 

I reach out to take the bag when he takes it back.  

'Is there something wrong?' 

'No, I mean, no..' 

Now he's the one that looks like he's about to cry. I try to give a reassuring smile.  

'Do you really miss small talk that much?' 

'Sort of, no, I mean. It's just. Oh, fuck it. Look it's like this. The usual customers avoid eye contact and are almost all male. You're the first girl to walk in here and act like this is no big deal. You started a conversation with me and I'm not willing to end it right now. I mean. I only meet weirdo's when I'm working and you're normal and you have a beautiful smile. And. Euhm. I'm not making any sense, am I?' 

'Haha. No, not really, no.' 

I turn around and walk toward the guy who's hiding. He tries to avoid me by moving back but it doesn't take.  

'Hey, I'm not leaving anytime soon. The guy at the counter is an old friend of mine and it could take a while until we're fully caught on. If you want to buy your stuff without me around, now's the time. I just realized I forgot to get something in the back. It could take a while so.' 

I start walking toward the back. I can hear a silent sigh of relief.  I return to the counter about 5 minutes later. The guy is gone and another one is just about to pay. The clerk sees me and smiles. I stand in line and can't help but smile at the man before me. He's desperately trying to hide his purchase while putting away his money. When that's done he practically runs out of the store. 

'Sorry, I just couldn't help it.' 

'It's okay. This way we can talk a bit more without bashful onlookers.' 

*giggle* 'I guess. So, what did you want to talk about? All I know is that you're keeping my bag hostage.' 

'Oh, right. I'm sorry. I must look like a complete bumbling fool. Here, your bag. Have a nice day and don't forget to keep the receipt.' 

'Euhm, okay.' 

A little bit disappointed, I take the bag. That was weird. I thought he'd at least joke back. Just before the exit I look back. He's blushes and turns away. *Sigh* Oh, well. Guess I'll just go home and wrap this gift. I take out the receipt. 40 bucks, huh? A bit pricey for a gag gift, but as long as it gets a laugh, it's money well spent. I'm about to throw the receipt in the bin when some small writing on the back catches my eye. 

"Go out with me." Followed by a phone number. 

And that kids, is how I met the love of my life. This shows that love can be found anywhere. It can even start with the sentence: That'll be 40 bucks. 

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