[Comprehensive] First Lady

Steve and his girl have known each other for about six months.

Recently, they began to consider living together.

"Wait, wait, wait. Captain, you have a girlfriend?" Tony exaggerated.

"Actually, the fiancée," Steve corrected.

Tony and James were silent at the same time.They looked at Steve, and they looked.

"So... you are going to tell me now that you have an ordinary fiancee, and you will start living together next month, but you fucking mother, you still haven't let her know, you are Captain America?"

"……right."

Tony and James were silent again.They looked at Steve, and they looked.

"Oh my god." James twitched his lips. "Don't tell me, she really believes you're just an illustrator. How can an illustrator have so many muscles?"

Steve buried his face in his hands. "I said it was a muscle built from moving a plaster cast. She believed it. She believed it."

Tony exchanged glances with James, left and right, and patted Steve on the shoulder.

"Brother, sorry."

Let's go back eight months to tell the story.

As soon as the mall opened that day, Holly met a strange male customer.

"Hello. I would like to ask, is this brand of sketch pens sold here?"

The customer, wearing a baseball cap pressed down very low, a hoodie and faded jeans, approached the counter super fast and took something out of his pocket.

Holly, who was tidying up the countertops and preparing to open for business, backed away in fright, and almost pressed the alarm bell.

"Sorry. Did I scare you?" The other party pursed his lips and smiled shyly.

Only then did Holly see clearly that what the other party took out was not a gun, but a mobile phone.

It was so scary, I thought it was another robbery.Holly thought, relieved.

"Good morning, sir," she said, smiling fluently, "May I ask what brand of sketch pen you're looking for? I'll find it for you."

"This brand." The male customer said, handing her the phone.

Holly took the phone, looked at the screen, and immediately frowned. "Sir, sorry, this sketch pen was out of print 60 years ago."

"Really?" The male customer looked surprised and a little sad.He sighed and asked again, "What about this brand? Does it still exist?"

"fall down."

"Then... what other brands do you recommend? The non-reflective ones."

Holly looked at the male customer, and then at the products on the shelf behind her.She thought about her dismal performance this month, and really wanted to give the other party the most expensive sketch pen.

But in the end she didn't.She took the medium-priced, high-rated, and best-selling sketch pen from the shelf and paid the other party.

"Thank you." The male customer grinned at Holly, as if he was in a better mood after getting the new painting tools.

Holly watched the other party leave the counter, thinking: Weird.If you want to find antiques, you should go to the second-hand market. Did you go to the wrong shed?

At that time, Holly didn't expect that she would sell painting supplies to the other party again, until three days later, the male customer with the ball cap appeared in the mall again.

That day Holly bought a lot of goods, there were more than 30 boxes of painting tools, clay, and art supplies, and she almost died.

"Good morning." Holly greeted without raising her head when she felt someone approaching the counter.

"Are you occupied?"

This voice seems to have been heard somewhere.Holly stopped pointing and raised her head.

"Hello. What products are you looking for?" Holly smiled for business.

The other party smiled slightly. "I bought a set of painting tools from you a few days ago, and I want to buy another set."

"Ah..." Holly thought she remembered!She stood up, picked up a group of watercolors on the shelf, and asked, "Is this it?"

The other party was taken aback and frowned. "No, it's not. I bought a sketch pen."

Holly immediately took back the watercolors.

"Sorry, I remember wrong." She pursed her lips, trying not to smile so awkwardly, "Uh, sketch pen? Wait for me, I'm stocking up, let me see if there are any products you want...I'm a little busy Come on, lost IQ. Sorry. Really."

The other party smiled when he saw Holly's embarrassed expression of wanting to hide under the counter.

"If you don't mind, let me help you?" The male customer looked at her and nodded towards the cardboard boxes piled up in the aisle by the counter.

At first Holly refused.She felt it was her own job.

"I can do it." She smiled, looked at the large pile of goods, then looked at the male customer, and nodded vigorously, "Just wait for me until about... before closing time. I will definitely tidy up before closing time These."

The male customer looked at Holly's serious expression and laughed. "Instead of making me wait so long for you, let me help you, so you can relax and I can buy what I want earlier." He said, pointing to Holly's apron and asked, "Is your uniform available?" Is there a spare?"

For some reason, Holly felt that the other party's words needed to be obeyed, even though the male customer didn't use command sentences to her at all.

She turned her head obediently, and took out the uniform apron for temporary workers from the warehouse behind the counter. After the other party put on their uniforms and started unpacking, Holly realized something was wrong.

...Why did she start to follow the other party's orders so naturally? !And she was convinced with just one sentence!

It's weird.

With the help of the other party, Holly quickly settled her big purchase that day.This good guy is strong, tall and nimble, and Holly couldn't be more grateful for him.

"Thank you very much! What are you going to buy today? I'll give you a discount on everything!" Holly took out her employee coupon emotionally.

"I'm not here for this." The male customer smiled and shook his head, refusing to give the discount, "You can count the price as I should. I need the sketch pen from last time."

Holly doesn't care about him.She insisted on giving the other party a discount, otherwise she would have a bad conscience.

The deal ended with the parties sticking to each other's prices.They hit a tie; the male customer stuck to the original price, and Holly bought one and got one free.

The third meeting was even more embarrassing.

I don't know why, every time this guest comes, Holly happens to be tallying the goods, and it's the kind that has a lot of things.

Her counter aisle was once again filled with more than thirty large cardboard boxes, and she, who had just moved the aluminum ladder, tried to climb to the highest height of the warehouse and pass the newly incoming watercolor paper to the upper plug.

Paper is heavy.Holly had only climbed halfway carrying the paper, when she was out of breath.She looked up, looked at the roof of the warehouse that couldn't be hooked, and other clay boxes that were stacked super high and trembling, and gritted her teeth.

It shouldn't be... just fall down.Holly comforted herself, carefully pushing the paper up.

One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters, all the paper bundles will be pushed up!Holly was a little happy, she didn't notice that she backed up and bumped into another cabinet...

"Alas!"

Accompanied by Holly's little scream of pain, piles and piles of art books were thrown on her head.

At the same time, the warehouse door was quickly opened, and it was the male customer who watched in astonishment as Holly fell from the ladder and was surrounded by heavy books on the bookshelf.

"Are you okay?" The male customer was dumbfounded.It seems that I still want to laugh.

"It's okay..." Holly looked up, wanting to cry but without tears.Before he could finish speaking, his head was hit by another book.

Then the male customer actually laughed. "Sorry." He looked away.

Holly really wanted to just bury herself in the pile of books.

Of course, the result was that the other party helped her tidy up the warehouse again, and now Holly felt that simply giving the other party a discount was not enough to express her gratitude.If the other party is single and interested in her, Holly is more than happy to agree with her.

"Do you have an infirmary here?" the other asked, looking at Holly's forehead.When they packed the books almost.

Holly touched her forehead subconsciously.Oh, it hurts a bit.

"Don't touch." The other party hurriedly stopped Holly, moved a little closer, and observed Holly's wound, "It seems that the corner of the book just hit a swollen bag."

This is not a normal social distance; 46 centimeters is already the closest limit of personal distance.

Holly stared at each other subconsciously.Only then did she discover that this man looked perfect, as perfect as the plaster statue she had to draw ten times a day when she was a student.

He had beautiful blue eyes; not the pure, clear spectral blue of her cousin Wesley, but a slightly greenish, turquoise-tinged aquamarine.

At that time, Holly thought, the color seemed a bit difficult to adjust.

"Are you okay?" The man frowned.He raised his hand and waved in front of Holly.

Holly recovered. "I'm fine." She shook her head, pushed back the bangs that had fallen to her cheeks, pursed her lips and smiled, "Don't worry about it, I'll go to the supermarket downstairs later and buy some ice cubes for ice compresses."

Having said that, Holly actually didn't intend to care about the swelling of her forehead at all.

As far as she is concerned, as long as the swelling does not hinder her work, she will not leave her post—after all, she is the only one at this counter.How could she have left before closing time?

The other party frowned, didn't say anything, and continued to help her clean up the mess.

After putting everything away, Holly found out the sketch pen that the other party asked for, and handed it over.

"You buy pens so often." Holly asked, a little curious at the checkout, "Are you a painter? Or teach children to draw in a studio? Pens are consumed so quickly. You brought two sets last time."

The other party twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "Not really, I like to draw. Actually, my pen is not consumed... I'm just, uh, more prone to accidents."

Holly raised an eyebrow in interest. "So you're saying, your pen was robbed?"

The man smiled wryly, "Just treat it like that. Things are a bit complicated."

"I can hear that." Holly smiled. "I guess, the movie is long and there are no subtitles?" He joked, handing over the bag with the merchandise, "Be careful this time. Or come and help me tidy up a few more times." Warehouse, I will give you a pen that you can never use up in your lifetime."

This time, the male customer understood her joke, showed a nice smile, turned and left.Before leaving, he squared the event date notice board that Holly placed in front of the door, and his gaze stayed on the notice board for two more seconds.

Holly watched the other party leave, turned around and entered the warehouse, took out the mirror and looked at her forehead.

Oops, it seems really swollen.

Holly frowned at herself in the mirror.

Alas, going back with this face, she had a premonition that her two cousins ​​who didn't usually take good care of her, but overprotected her when they had something to do, would probably say something terrible like "bombing up the mall" or "shooting the manager" Come out...the point is that they can actually do it.

Holly tried to use foundation to cover the redness and swelling, but she lost her eggs, so she decided to abandon the treatment and walked out of the warehouse to continue working.

At this time, her colleague in the next cabinet suddenly gave her a plastic bag.

"A guy just asked me to pass it on to you," said the co-worker, eyeing Holly gossip. "He's got a great figure. Is he chasing you?"

"What?" Holly asked, confused.She took the plastic bag and found that inside was a packet of ice cubes wrapped in a handkerchief.

Holly silently put the ice cube on her forehead.She didn't even need to think to know who brought her the ice cubes.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with your head, Holly?" The colleague noticed the redness and swelling on Holly's forehead.

"It's okay, it was an accident." Holly took it lightly, and returned to her seat, applying ice while thinking about how to return the veil to the other party.

After all, it's been in the [-]s, why would anyone wear a handkerchief? !Still such a Wenqing style white linen!How old is this guy? Antique?

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