It was a terrible idea to start dancing with pride on top of stacked cereal boxes. Unless, of course, you wanted to end up horribly maimed.

  Noah twirled with the tomato can in hand, pretending he was on Dancing with the Stars. The boxes beneath him wobbled, leaning precariously. He should have stopped, should have paid attention — but instead his foot slipped, gravity betrayed him, and the boxes toppled.

  He braced himself for impact. But instead of hitting the floor, he landed in someone’s arms.

  Blue eyes met his, followed by a grin. Daniel. Of course it had to be Daniel.

  “Heh,” Daniel chuckled, “I didn’t expect us to meet again… like this.”

  Noah barely heard him. He was too busy staring, wide-eyed, like he’d just fallen into the arms of an angel. Why him? Why now? Why couldn’t he have just hit the floor?

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  “D-Daniel… W-what are you doing here?” Noah stammered.

  Daniel smirked. “Same reason you’re here. Though I didn’t expect an angel to fall into my arms.”

  Noah’s heart nearly stopped. Did he just call me an angel? Did he know? Did he realize how much I liked him? Or was he just teasing?

  His eyes betrayed him, raking over Daniel without permission, his thoughts anything but pure.

  “Like what you see?” Daniel murmured, his voice low.

  “I wasn’t looking!” Noah blurted, burying his face in Daniel’s chest — only to realize what he’d just done.

  “You’re cute when you hide,” Daniel teased.

  Noah’s face burned hotter. “Put me down!”

  “Say please…”

  “D-Daniel… we’re in a supermarket, for god’s sake!”

  Reality hit Daniel, and he awkwardly set Noah back on his feet. The old woman from earlier was still there, watching with a knowing smile. Other shoppers stared too, whispering. The moment was painfully awkward.

  “I-I need to go…” Noah muttered, grabbing his cart. He paid for his groceries in a rush and bolted out the door, his face flushed crimson.

  Are you kidding me right now?