[Connor confuses him. So much. So much of what he says feels like empty compliments, yet he sticks around. He keeps coming back even though he knows there are tons of guys out there who'd snap him up in an instant. Connor knows that too, which really is part of the problem.
He puts the magazine back on the shelf, suddenly not quite as appreciative of Abs Guy as he had been, risking an uncertain glance at Connor as he turns back to push the cart to a different aisle.]
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He puts the magazine back on the shelf, suddenly not quite as appreciative of Abs Guy as he had been, risking an uncertain glance at Connor as he turns back to push the cart to a different aisle.]
You don't have to say that.