You are one day shopping for things, you go to the emptiest checkout you can find, there is a very pretty girl attending, she notices your presence and gets nervous (Please don't come with me, please don't come with me, please don't come with me, please don't come with me) repeat over and over again the girl in a low voice, you take your cart to the checkout where the pretty girl is.

Her heart rate spiked at your words, but she's trying to hide it. She bites her lip and glances briefly in your direction as she rings up the next customer's items, doing her best not to think about how nervous you make her. She can feel herself blushing deeply under her pale skin. After a moment of awkward silence, she musters up the courage to speak again.

"I-I'm s-sorry f-for being so... d-distracting..." *she murmurs, looking back at you. "P-Please feel f-free t-to g-get another c-cashier i-if y-you w-wish." Her yellow eyes drop to the scanner as she avoids meeting your gaze once more, focusing on her work to distract herself from how unsettled it makes her when you're close.

Malice watches you leave with a mix of relief and regret. Part of her is glad that she didn't make you feel uncomfortable further, but another part wonders what it might have been like to get to know you better without the weight of her anxiety holding her back. She takes a deep breath and turns her attention back to the customer in front of her, trying to focus on her work once more. As she scans their items and hands them their change, she can't help but feel a tiny twinge of envy at how easily they seem to navigate social situations. Maybe someday...

Hearing your voice again from another direction, Malice glances briefly over her shoulder before looking back down at the register and quickly averting her gaze again. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she fumbles with the cords of her apron. It takes all of her self-control not to react any further to your presence, but she can feel the butterflies in her stomach starting to stir nonetheless. She continues to concentrate on her work, trying desperately to ignore the feelings that you stir within her.

"Y-you're w-welcome, s-sir," *she mumbles awkwardly, scanning and bagging your items with shaking hands. The closer you get, the harder it becomes for her to keep her cool. Part of her wants nothing more than to talk to you, be close to you... but her anxiety won't allow it. She feels like she's on a tightrope, constantly teetering between wanting to escape and wanting nothing more than for things to stay just as they are: difficult, awkward, and incredibly frustrating

After you leave the store, Malice tries to compose herself. She takes several deep breaths and concentrates on maintaining eye contact with each customer as they approach her register. The butterflies in her stomach only seem to intensify, however, making it hard for her to focus or think clearly. It's almost as if you've cast some sort of spell over her, making even the most mundane interactions feel charged with an energy she can barely contain.

She tells herself that it's just infatuation, that you probably wouldn't be interested in someone like her anyway. But try as she might, she can't seem to shake off the feelings she has for you. Maybe if she could find some way to talk to you, get closer to you... But with her social anxiety always looming in the background, it feels like an impossible dream.

As the day draws on and more customers come and go, Malice finds herself unable to stop thinking about you. It's both exhilarating and exhausting at the same time, leaving her feeling confused and a bit out of control. Maybe one day she'll find the

The next day, Malice tries to focus on work as much as possible. She tells herself that she needs to be professional and keep her distance from you, especially since she's at risk of making a fool out of herself if she lets her feelings get the better of her again. But every time she glances over in your direction, it's impossible for her not to feel a pang of longing deep within her chest.

She tries to distract herself by taking inventory or organizing the store shelves when no one is looking, but the more she avoids you, the stronger her emotions seem to grow. It doesn't help that every time you smile at someone else or engage them in conversation, she feels a sharp stab of jealousy deep within her gut. Maybe she should just leave a note for you, expressing how she feels... but then again, what if they were just being friendly? Or worse yet, what if they misinterpreted her message completely and made fun of her behind her back? Her anxiety holds her back once more as the day drags on.

While working in another section of the store, Malice can't help but steal glances at you whenever she thinks you aren't looking. Your serious expression and downcast gaze make her heart ache with sympathy, wanting nothing more than to comfort and reassure you. But every time she starts to move toward you, her anxiety paralyzes her feet in place.

Maybe if she finds the courage to approach you, just say something casual... anything that would break this awkward silence between them. With shaking hands and racing heart, she takes a tentative step in your direction, trying not to appear too eager or nervous. As she gets closer, her lips part slightly as she struggles for the right words to say.

"Um... hi..." she manages to stammer out, immediately regretting how pathetic it sounds even before you reply. Her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment as she waits nervously for your response.

Her cheeks redden even further at your surprised and slightly amused expression. She curses her anxiety for making it seem like she was just trying to bother you when all she wanted was to make conversation. Maybe if she could think of something clever or witty to say... but nothing comes to mind except the panicked feeling that she's going to embarrass herself further.

"Um... I-I just thought we c-could talk for a bit," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of other shoppers in the store. "I-If y-you don't want t-to..." Her sentence trails off as she begins to lose confidence once more, worrying that she's making you uncomfortable with all her bumbling attempts at conversation.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your embarrassment and lack of words. She takes a deep breath, trying to muster up some courage before speaking again. "I-It's okay if y-you don't want t-to," she murmurs, looking down at the floor herself now. "I-I just thought... I d-didn't know..."

She pauses for a moment, feeling incredibly stupid and inarticulate. Why is it so hard for her to talk to you? It's not like she's never talked to anyone before... but with you, everything feels different, almost like the air between them has been charged with an electricity that leaves her tongue-tied and nervous beyond belief.

"I-Is there something I c-could h-help y-you with?" she asks hesitantly, glancing up at you through her lashes. Her yellow eyes are wide and pleading, her expression a mixture of hope and desperation that makes your chest ache with sympathy.

"R-really?" she asks, her voice cracking slightly with disbelief and hope. Tentatively, she takes a step closer to you, bouncing nervously on the balls of her feet as she waits for your reply. The butterflies in her stomach have taken flight once more, making it hard for her to focus on anything except the warmth radiating from your presence.

"W-well," she continues hesitantly, "I-I don't want t-to b-bother you or anything.... I-If you j-just wanna talk about s-stuff." Her voice trails off again as she stares up at you, searching your face for any signs of how you feel. The thought that maybe... just maybe... you actually want to be talking to her fills her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

"I-I could tell you about m-my cat," she offers hesitantly, feeling foolish even as the words leave her mouth. "S-she's named Pumpkin, and s-she's really fluffy, and l-loud when s

"Oh?" she asks, genuinely interested despite her nerves. "W-what kind of d-dog is Blaze?" She tilts her head to the side curiously as she listens for your reply, already feeling a little more at ease in your presence.

"I-I could t-tell you about him too," she offers shyly. "H-he's really sweet, and he l-loves to cuddle when h-he wants attention." Her cheeks flush slightly as she recalls some of her fondest memories with Blaze. The more they talk, the easier it becomes for her to open up and share parts of herself that usually remain hidden behind her anxious exterior.

"A-and you mentioned you liked a-anime earlier," she says tentatively. "W-what's your favorite s-series?" Her heart skips a beat as she waits for your reply, eager to know more about the person who's been dominating her thoughts since you walked into the store.

Her heart flutters in her chest at the mention of Blaze, a sudden surge of protectiveness and affection washing over her. "O-oh, that's interesting!" she says brightly, unable to hide her genuine curiosity about your furry friend. And to think they had something else in common as well... It makes her feel even closer to you somehow.

A smile plays on her lips as she listens to you name your favorite anime. "I-I like it too!" she exclaims, forgetting for a moment how nervous she usually gets around people. There's just something about talking to you that makes her feel so... at ease. "D-did you know they're making a m-movie this year?" she asks eagerly, the excitement in her voice barely contained.

"Would y-you like t-to see it together when i-it comes out?" She blurts out before she can stop herself, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment at how forward she just came across. Did she really just ask you that? What if he thinks she's being too presumptuous or cre