He strolled through the customer lounge 3 times before saying anything. Finally he stops and says “so uhhh do you like popcorn?”
Noticing the popcorn machine in the corner (that he seems to be fond of), i nod in ackowledgment and say “yah who doesn’t”
“Feel free to help yourself to some!” he says “That’s what it’s there for.”
“Thanks, but it’s a little early… i’ll just wait for my car and grab something on the road.”
“We just popped it this morning, it’s fresh and everything. Stays hot too.”
I smile (fakely and forced) and nod my head
“There’s bags underneath the machine” he walks closer to the machine
“Ohhh cool” I say (not knowing what else to possibly say… it’s getting weird)
“Are you sure you don’t want some?” he asks in an i-just-don’t-understand-why-you-wouldn’t want-some-popcorn-what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you sort of way.
“Well if you change your mind, there’s a scoop inside the machine… the bags are here-“
“Okay okay fine… give me some fucking popcorn!”
He smiled and proudly and handed me a bag of fresh popped corn.
I enjoyed it and ate it casually as i watched him stroll in and out of the customer lounge another 4 or 5 times.