special checker

We were at Whole Foods and I was annoyed that the checker and the paying customer were talking about a baseball game so much and the checker was going slow. Then the customer left and I was standing before the checker and realized who it was--my possibly favorite checker. I feel strangely toward him. I told Erik later, "He looks at you like he just had sex with you, or he's about to," and Erik laughed and agreed. I kind of like it, but he makes me nervous. I know he really wants to make eye contact while he hands me my receipt, and I made eye contact obediently and mis-aimed as I reached out for the receipt. We fumbled. We recovered. Receipt in hand, I walked with Erik toward our car, laughing.