It's time to move on

Chapter 4 - A pretty girl

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--JASON--

As I was walking down the aisles, I couldn't help but notice how calm the store is. But then, who would be here, this early in the morning, on a hot summer day. 

I was walking to the familiar aisle where I could get my beers when I heard something move to my left. It made me stop momentarily and turn to the direction of the source only to find a girl seriously observing the items on the shelves. 

I am facing her back while she is lost in her own world, thinking deeply about something. I can only assume that since she didn't hear me approach when the sound of my shoes are reverberating through the whole store.

It may be someone I knew since ours is a small town and I know almost all the girls here. But to call her, I should know who she is which I don't.

She stands a good 5'8" or 5'9" narrowing down the list of girls I knew. I would have decided it's Samantha Williams or Clarisse Harrington if her body structure isn't different from theirs. They are very lean with almost no fat that they look like they only have bones.

To find out who it is, I retracted my steps and moved to my left to her opposite aisle to get a view of her face. 

I see a pretty girl with her hair tied up as a bun over the top of her head wearing a cute sundress standing exactly opposite to me. 

She didn't have an ounce of makeup on her face and I am pretty sure she came to the store right after she got up, as she still has a bit of drool over the left corner of her lips. 

I couldn't help but smile looking at the girl who is still standing at the same position, her eyebrows furrowed together, still thinking; not even knowing that a guy is checking her out since the past 2 minutes.

I am not complaining. The view is pretty great.

Though I wanted to talk to her, I don't know how to start a conversation with a girl who must be new to our town. 

Should I ask her where I could find a particular something? 

Like maybe a shower gel or a shampoo.

But, what if she finds out that I am from this town? 

She might realize that I am trying to talk to her or worse hitting on her which will not be a very good first impression. 

While I was still thinking about other rationale ideas, she picked up some item from the shelf and was about to turn away when I suddenly said "Don't buy that"

I don't know why the hell I said that. I don't even know what she picked. 

Scared that she might go away, I said the first words that came into my mind. 

She stopped suddenly and turned back to look at me. 

She was shocked to see me first but then her expression suddenly changed to confusion. 

Why the hell was she confused?? 

Was it because she realized I was standing near to her when she didn't see me approach or was it for some other reason? 

She glanced at the shelves before looking back at me. She repeated the to and fro process of glancing between the shelves and me and I was beyond confused.

Why the hell is she looking at me like I've grown a pair of heads? My eyes involuntarily moved to the shelf from where she picked the item and I was beyond shocked.

Holy Shit.

Lying on the top shelf of the counter were stocks of tampons; different brands along with few other girly items and I realized, I just told a girl not to buy tampons.