on the move

I'm in the middle of a move. Not far. Just a mile or so down the road. Yes, I'm putting myself through a lot of stress just to move. And because I'm lazy, just a short story.

I'm at cashwrap (the main registers in the store because of stupid cross-training). A young man walks by as I'm about to pick up the phone to let people know that their orders are in.

Me: "Are you ready?"
Young man: "Yes." *approaches the register I'm standing at*
Me: *motions down the way* "I'll take you right here."
Young man: *smirks* "You can take me anywhere you want."
Me: *momentarily stunned* "Really now?"

I ring him up and we proceed to chat. His name is Bo. He doesn't like coffee and he's pretty funny. Too bad I haven't seen him since.