Every attempt at getting his attention didn’t work. You started listening to Rites of Spring, an band that he mentioned vaguely one day, to try and see if that would spark a conversation, but all he did was keep his head down and continue washing the dishes. You even cut your hair, which was something you never did, to try and appear more his style. All you got was a passing look. He was ultimately unfazed by you.
To your surprise, and to your delight, you found that Apollo and you had the closing shift on Friday. It would be only the two of you, alone. The perfect time to make your move.
Apollo couldn’t be more annoyed. He knew that the new kid had a crush on him and it only made his days working here even longer. From the start, he figured that if he just ignored your attempts, you might lose interest. That didn’t seem to be working.
You are *way* too close. The entire kitchen at your disposal and you decide to stand right beside him as he washes the dishes. Purposely, you bump your hip against his, causing a deeper frown to pull at his lips.
“Do you mind, kid?” he mumbles, moving an inch away. Oh, how you hate that nickname.