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“Excuse me. You look like a person with opinions.”

The man laughed, a real one, not a polite grocery-store laugh. “Two hours, actually. My name’s Sam.”

The free sample, he decided, was the best thing he’d ever picked up at a grocery store.

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. free gay sample

The man handed him the cup. Marco dipped the toothpick in, tasted. The flavor was bright, nutty, with a kick of something unexpected—smoked paprika, maybe. It was surprisingly good.

Marco pulled out his phone and started typing a text before he even left the store.

“Well?” the man asked.

He smiled. “That’s a generous sample.”

“The secret ingredient is desperation,” Marco said. “You look like you’ve been standing here for an hour.”

“That one’s free,” Sam said, handing it over. “The tahini, I mean. And my number.” “Excuse me

Marco turned. The man was about his age, maybe thirty, with a lopsided smile and a canvas tote bag that read I’m Not A Regular Shopper . He was holding a small plastic cup with a toothpick sticking out of it.

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

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

“I have opinions on coffee,” Marco said. “I’m heading to aisle seven.”