A Night I'll Never Forget

Working retail can be brutal, especially during holiday rushes. Last week, on my shift just after closing, one of the regular customers from the sales floor came back to chat and grab a few more items. We've always had this friendly rapport, but that night it felt different. There was electricity in the air I couldn't ignore. He leaned in close while I was scanning something, his breath on my neck, the scent of cologne lingering as he whispered something naughty about wanting to see me again outside these walls. My heart raced, and I told him straight up there's nothing going on between us beyond our regular shop talk. But damn, admitting that to myself later felt like a loss, even if it was just in my head.