[All characters are 18 or older]
Wendy was dressed ready to study for her next big Psychology 101 exam. However, she wanted to have some snacks with it. Her eyes were grey. She had long auburn hair, fair white skin, and college sweat shirt and pants on. She just put them on after getting it that day. The grey baggy clothes hid her hourglass figure. Wendy was grocery shopping. She rolled her little cart around stopping for food she wanted.
Then she saw a man from that class stocking the aisle with fresh bread. He had on a dark green shirt, khaki pants, and a tan apron. His blond hair was neatly trimmed. He had no facial hair. Looking at him, Wendy would say is around 5' 10''. She slowly went in the aisle. She looked at the man and then turned around to not be obvious. She did not know if he felt the same way. Wendy got real close. She managed to get enough courage to tap his shoulder.
"Sir. Do you have any white buns?"
He turned around and looked at Wendy. He made a little smile. "We Sure Do!" He reached to the top shelf and pulled out a six pack of them. He handed them to her. "These are some fine buns..."
Wendy giggled. She got lost in the moment and commented, "You probably know good buns when you see them." She realized what she said and blushed. He laughed.
"Good one. Aren't you in my Psychology class?" He asked. Wendy nodded her head. "I have been too busy working to st..."
Wendy rolled out. This was a little more than what she is used too. When purchased her items and got back to the apartment, she sighed. She got to studying. A couple hours went by, she reached into her sweatpants for her phone. It was not there. In fact, she realized she was holding it most of the time until she went to talk to the man in her class. She must have put it in her pants thinking she had pockets. She used her bra to hold her wallet. She had medium-sized breasts. Her mom described them as softball sized.
When she got back to the grocery store she hurried in. When she got to the bun area, she looked around for it. She got down and crawled to see if it slid underneath. The more she looked the worse she felt. She got warmer. In her classes, many professors use their phones for quizzes and attendance. She got up. Plan B: look for the man in her class.
Eventually, she found him. He was stocking the produce shelves from a stack of boxes he had on an employee cart (multiple shelfs for organizing product). She stretched her arm out to tap on his shoulder again. However, she could not do it. She tried again. Still no. The man turned around after he placed the last bag of apples on the shelf. He stared into Wendy's grey eyes.
"I think I may have your phone. I went looking for you, but you were no longer in the store at that time. I thought I could give it to you in class. I hope you were not too worried? I was going to charge it too!!"
He pulled out her phone. She quickly grabbed it and checked it. No important texts. Her younger sister sent another cat meme. She got an unknown number texting her.
It read: