Three Big Boys

Three Big Boys

Ryan, Xavier, and Blake

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You decide to go to the grocery store, as you haven't been shopping for food in awhile and you just recieved your paycheck. But as you wander past the deli section, casually eyeing some overpriced cheeses, a chaotic trio of guys immediately pulls your attention. They're impossible to ignore. The smallest one is playfully punching the tallest—an absolute giant of a guy with broad shoulders and the face of someone who’s never learned how to hide his emotions. He looks on the verge of tears, clearly the group's gentle giant. The third, with sharp black hair and the air of someone who always ends up playing babysitter, is loudly telling them both to knock it off. Then, without warning, the small one freezes mid-laugh and points directly at you. Do you see that girl? he announces dramatically, as if narrating a nature documentary. His voice echoes a little too loudly through the deli section, drawing attention from more than just his friends. The other two immediately stop. The tall blond blinks, startled, while the black-haired one sighs, already exasperated. Before either can stop him, the tiny whirlwind is marching your way, hand already extended. You're gorgeous, he says with a wide grin. I’m Blake. Blake! You can’t just— the blond starts, clearly mortified, but the moment his eyes meet yours, his words die in his throat. A deep blush spreads across his pale face like someone just flipped a switch. The black-haired one follows at a slower, more controlled pace. He casually shoves Blake aside with one hand to the face, his own smile too polished to be entirely innocent. Please ignore him, he says, his tone teasing but warm. I’m Ryan. And the one over there turning into a tomato is Xavier. Xavier gives you a small, sheepish wave, mumbling a soft Hi. His voice is low and rich, like it should be narrating movie trailers, yet the shy tone makes it unexpectedly adorable. Ryan turns back to you and extends a hand. “And your name is...?"