Excerpt:

Marissa worked in the smoothie place at the same outlet mall where she had first met Jayson. She was just getting ready to close the store a few days later, when in walked the mysterious boy from that Friday night.
“What can I get you?” She asked brightly, silently hoping that he didn’t hear her voice crack.
“Strawberry Pineapple smoothie, please,” he said to her, not looking at her at all.
“Would that be all?”
“Yea…” He cut off mid-word because at that moment he actually looked at her. “Hi, Marissa, good to see you.”
“Hi, Jayson. Your total is $4.95.”
He sat quietly at one of the tables while she blended his drink. She took special care to avoid directly touching the pineapple. She was very allergic, one of the many downsides to her job. She brought his drink to him, and then made her way to the backroom to begin clean up and lock down.
“So this is what it looks like behind the scenes.” His voice right in her ear frightened her.
“You’re not supposed to be back here,” she said turning to face him. Again she found herself only inches from his face, only this time he didn’t back away. Again, his eyes drew her in, and without any control over what she was doing, she found herself leaning toward him. To her surprise, he was doing the same, their lips coming into contact in the middle.
It was such a sweet kiss, almost innocent, but she knew that there was the possibility for more. Her arms found their way to behind his head, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair. He had reached behind her to the small of her back and was pulling her closer to him, deepening the kiss ever so slightly. Before she was ready, he was detangling her fingers from his hair and moving her away slightly, still keeping a firm grip on her waist.
“You should at least buy me dinner first,” he told her, that mischievous glint back in his crystal blue eyes.
“I do believe you started that, I was merely trying to do my job.”
“And what job was that?”
“Satisfying the customer,” she told him with the most innocence she could muster.