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Marco looked at the cup. Scrawled in blue ink: Sam, 555-2027. Call me when you run out of opinions.

Marco walked to aisle seven, coffee forgotten. He looked at the Post-it note again, then back toward the endcap. Sam was already helping an elderly woman try the tahini, but he glanced up and winked.

“About tahini,” the man said, gesturing to a nearby demo station. “My friend Noor makes this stuff. Sesame, garlic, lemon, and a secret ingredient she won’t tell me. I’m supposed to be giving away samples, but everyone just power-walks past me like I’m selling timeshares.” free gay sample

“Marco.”

Sam looked at his nearly full sample tray, then back at Marco. He grabbed a Post-it note from the demo station, scribbled something, and stuck it to the last clean sample cup. Marco looked at the cup

Marco felt something loosen in his chest. The fluorescent lights seemed less harsh. The screaming toddler three aisles over faded into background noise.

Marco hated grocery shopping on Saturday afternoons. The aisles were a traffic jam of shopping carts and screaming toddlers. But he’d run out of coffee, and some existential boredom had driven him out of his studio apartment. Marco walked to aisle seven, coffee forgotten

“Alright,” Marco said. “Hit me.”