Mike uncomfortably shifted his weight as the girl rubbed her face against the crook of his neck. He kept one hand wrapped firmly around one of her arms and looked over the receipt he held in the other. He glanced around the bustling store and then stared back at the monitor above, his own name at the top of the queue in bold, modern gothic font.
“Mike D.!” called out the young woman behind the counter. She wasn’t the type of girl that Mike usually went for–he never understood the goth/emo scene, but this brunette was extremely cute underneath the eyebrow piercing and the ornate tattoo’s that covered her slender pale neck. “Mike D.?” she asked, her pale blue eyes meeting his intimately.