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I hadn't noticed him much at first. I had returned to my old job for a few weeks during Christmas break from college and I was sure he was just another new guy that they had hired while I was gone. There were new people all around. I had only been gone for four months, just one lousy semester and the store was practically re-staffed. A lot of kids had returned for Christmas break though, and I was glad to see some old friends and familiar faces. The first time I really saw him was when him was when he came out of the backroom. My heart seemed to stop and my throat began to close. Wow, look at those shoulders I thought. That chest. And those forearms. They weren't massive mind you, but they had a nice shape to them. I didn't get a good look at his face, but what I saw was intriguing, and I wanted to know more. I brought up the topic of him nonchalantly to one of my friends who still worked there. "Man," I said, "there are so many new people here I don't know anyone anymore. Like that kid that just came out of the warehouse, who was that?" I was informed that he had transferred from another store and was only going to be working here for a couple of weeks until he went back to college. Not much to go on, but at least now I knew he was around my age. I saw him a couple more times that night but never really got the chance to talk to him, just look. I also noticed that he was eyeing me, why and for what reasons I wasn't exactly sure. I left that night thinking about him a little, but soon forgot about him when I got home. The next day was the day before Christmas Eve. A friend of mine and I went to the mall for some last minute Christmas shopping. All thoughts of him had been pushed out of my mind until out of the blue she began to talk about all the new people working at the store and singled him out in particular. I told her want I knew about him and then nothing more was said. Christmas Eve and Christmas Day passed quickly and the time was spent with family. The next day I had to go into work at 3 A.M. to prepare for the Christmas return rush. The time when the street lights are still on and the roads are barren of any traffic. There was only going to be a few people working this early. I walked into the store and there were three people that I had worked with numerous times before and knew fairly well. But who should walk in just a few minutes behind me but him. And who do I get assigned to work with but him. This is the first time I got a real good look at him, and the first time I was blinded by his beautiful shining blue eyes. He had the look of a jock. Crop cut hair, close set eyes, a stubby yet strong nose, and lips I could not quit looking at. They were so full and round and surrounded by the slightest bit of dark stumble. There color of his lips was actually just a little darker than the rest of his face. He had the most beautiful set of light, full lips. It was the kind of mouth that I would love to lightly run my thumb over. (But hey now, you know that ain't going to happen, I just met this guy.) It was the day after Christmas and everything in the store was 50% off, so it was our job to collect old Christmas signs and change them to the new prices. He didn't say anything at first, he just quietly went about his work and following me around the store. I tried to talk to him a little bit. Tried to loosen him up and get some info about him. I asked him about college and about where he was from. He answered my questions plainly, stumbling over his words a little like he was nervous to talk to me. After that he said nothing else. OK, maybe he's not a talker I thought. We went on about our work, me talking up a storm and him offering his simple replies. Finally he loosened up. He started to laugh a little bit. Attempted a few jokes that weren't that funny, but I laughed at nonetheless so he wouldn't feel awkward and stop talking. We remained work partners for the rest of his shift, and time flew by. Soon it was time for him to go home, but I still had four long post-Christmas rush hours ahead of me. I thought about him throughout the rest of my shift, and even after I got home. He didn't leave my mind as easily as he had done the first time. I went to bed with scenes for the workday on the outside of my mind, and thoughts of Lucas in the center. *This is a true story, and none of it is fictional. If you are at all intrigued and would like to know a little more of the story, let me know: ben22ben@yahoo.com