I'm sorry I didn't say anything. You just seemed busy picking up somebodies Doordash order and I didn't want to bother you, but you have no idea how much I regret it. I wanted to chase you in the rain before you got into your car and talk to you.

I could tell by the squeak in your voice and how tall you were (though I'm still taller), but I don't mind, honest. That dark haired guy near the register likes transgirls and I hope you see this or I see you again at the store.