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The boy behind the counter hardly ever smiled. It was one of the first
things that John noticed about him. But when he did, it was like the
whole place lit up, and everyone's life got a little brighter. It was
why he stopped by the drug store every day between classes to get
something to drink, just on the off-chance that he might get to see
one of those disarming smiles.

"Thank you, have a good day."

It was always that same line, you were lucky if he said more than that
and perhaps the price of what you'd bought. And then you were
disregarded as he moved on to the next customer, his disaffected stare
seemingly forgetting you as soon as you left the checkout counter. But
John knew better than that, after coming here day after day for a few
weeks in a row. The boy behind the counter recognized him every time
he came into the store. And while he barely got to see that smile,
that recognition was something he got to see every day, and it
thrilled him.

He'd decided, when he first saw the boy behind the counter, that he
wanted to be his friend. And the more he came here, the more that urge
grew, because every visit he got to know him a little better. He was
quiet, but he was never afraid to speak his mind. And when he did, he
often had something witty or intelligent to say, something you
wouldn't expect from such a quiet and timid boy. Something that let
you know loud and clear that he wasn't just another pretty face.

And pretty he was. Tall, dark, and handsome was an expression that
came to mind.. thick brown hair, full lips, olive skin, and a pair of
brown eyes so deep you could only imagine what kind of a soul was
hidden behind them. But John didn't want to imagine, he wanted to
know. Because he wanted to know this boy, this quiet, clever, pretty
boy behind the counter.

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