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Nace stands outside the shop, working up the courage to step inside.
He takes a deep breath. He’s an adult. He’s allowed to be here. He’s here for one reason. The guy rushing through the door is here for the same reason. Everyone’s here for that reason.
Buying sex toys.
Nothing embarrassing with that. Maybe these people are soulmates, looking to spice things up? Nace sighs, trying unsuccessfully to avoid the topic of soulmates - and the lack thereof.
Okay. Here he goes.
The shop’s interior is as expected, full of toys that Nace has no idea where you’re even supposed to insert. He stares at his shoes, waiting to pick up his item and leave.
The brown-haired guy Nace witnessed running through the entrance earlier joins him and offers a bright smile, which Nace hesitantly returns.
Before any awkward conversation can happen, the cashier calls Nace’s number.
“Hello,” the woman behind the counter greets him.
“Hi. I, uh, I ordered a… um, a—“
“Hey, is my remote controlled prostate massager here?” The same guy comes to stand beside Nace when another cashier calls his number.
“Uh. What he said.” Nace nods toward him. “I’ve also.. y’know.. ordered the… yeah.”
“One second.” She goes to retrieve it but the other cashier is quicker, placing both on the counter.
“I got them here.”
“Thank you.” Nace grabs one and pays, hurrying outside.
“Someone’s eager,” he hears the guy joke before the door closes behind him.
The name on the box catches his eye as he’s unlocking his car. Bojan Cvjetićanin. He’s about to return to the shop when he hears footsteps coming up behind him and a finger suddenly pokes his shoulder. Unsurprisingly, it’s that (cute) guy.
“I think I got your remote controlled prostate massager by mistake!” they say in unison.
The guy - Bojan? - grins and glances at Nace’s package. “You’re Nace, I presume? Oh, yours is ribbed! Adventurous, eh? And purple. Mine’s red.” He winks, perhaps expecting a bit of banter.
Nace, deeming Bojan as friendly, albeit a tad excitable, decides to play along. “I’ll give you a review of mine after I take it for a test ride.”
That earns him another wink. Cheeky.
They’re exchanging packages when Nace spots it. His wrist, completely bare for thirty years, now shows a quote written in crimson. His soulmate quote.
‘I think I got your remote controlled prostate massager by mistake!’