Aaron roams the aisles of his neighborhood market like a zombie.
After epically crashing and burning in life…
He had to move back home.
And he’s trying to keep a low profile.
But everyone knows everyone in his small hometown.
And as he puts a few groceries in his basket…
He notices that there’s a pretty brunette behind the register.
Her name tag reads “Michelle.”
And she looks familiar, but…
He just can’t place her.
He hopes she can’t place him either.
As he approaches her register…
Her gaze lights up.
So much for a low profile.
Guilty as charged.
I heard you were back—
Staying at your parents’ place, right?
The whole town must know by now.