I stepped lightly into the local candy store, and began looking at all the shelves. My 4" High heels clicked on the stainless white tile
floor as I walked down the aisle. Allowing a short sigh to escape my lips, I picked up a 'Sugar Daddy'.

"Finding everything okay?" Someone asked from behind me. Craning my neck, I got a glimpse of the salesman. He was tall, about 6',
with brown, unruly hair, and intense grey eyes. He had some overnight stubble clouding his chin, and wore a loose black shirt and
baggy dark blue jeans under the crisp white uniform apron.

"Well, not everything." I replied, fully turning around now. He nodded.

"We just restocked the store. If you tell me what you're looking for..." He trailed off, shifting all his weight to his left foot.

"Have you guys got any 'Dots'?" I asked, embarrassed.

" 'Dots'?" He inquired, arching an eyebrow. I nodded, averting my eyes. I can't believe I let my mom talk me into this. "I think there
might be some over here." He led me an aisle over, and stood in front of the candy of choice.

"Oh." I laughed nervously, "I must have come through this aisle at least tree times." I muttered, grabbing some 'Dots'.

"I know." He smiled, he has a great smile... oh gosh. I must look like the pinup girl for 'Dumb Blonde Magazine' or something. I mean, I
have the white blonde hair, and I've been told I have nice big blue eyes, I'm big busted, slim waist, medium hips, nice legs, small feet.
I'm head cheerleader... and now, now I'm acting like an idiot! I'm smart, really, I am. I get As and Bs in all my classes... I just haven't
got the best social skills in the world. especially when I'm talking to a total hottie! "I haven't seen you in here before."

"I don't usually6 spend much time on this side of town. I was on my way home from a friends house when my mom called, all but
begging me to grab these dumb candies for my spoiled brat of a sister." I replied, walking with him up the the cash register.

"Oh." Oops. What have I said now? Oh, shit. He must be from around here. Damn it.

"May I ask..." He lifted his head, giving me silent approval. "Your name?" He smiled broadly, shoving the candy in a plastic bag.

"Shawn. And you are...?"

"Angel." I said, sticking out my hand. He shook it politely, then gave me my bag.

"Have a nice day Angel. Hurry home now, don't want your sister getting too grouchy." I laughed heartily.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked, pulling out my wallet.

"Nothing. Seeing your sweet smile and having the pleasure of conversation was more than enough." I thanked him, and left the store,
getting into my white BMW and driving home. At a stop light, a sudden impulse made me look inside the bag. Waiting silently for me,
was a 'Sugar Daddy' my favorite candy. How sweet. Without realizing it, I was already making plans to go there again.

A/N - Hello readers! So, what do you think? This story came to me at like 10pm last night. Inspiration for it was the song 'Leader of
the Pack' actually... that IS this story. You should listen to the song sometime, its really good, my ending will be different though, so,
don't worry. Anyhow, please review!! Not done yet, 2 more chaps left!