Not A Reach To Call This Adorable

I’m somewhat below average height for a man. I’m 5’5” (165 cm), and at this time, I’m twenty-eight years old. I’m browsing a [Video Game Store] that has high shelves, but if I stand on my toes, I can stretch just high enough to both get games from the top and put them back. While I am in the process of stretching to reach a game, a nearby teenage girl sees me and grabs it to put into my hand.

Girl: “Here you go!”

Me: “Thanks.”

The girl is several inches taller than me but looks no older than fourteen. I spend a moment studying the game and then reach to put it back. Before I can reach high enough to replace the game, the girl has taken the game from my hand and put it back for me.

Girl: “Oh, here!”

Me: “Thank you.”

But then, it kept happening. Every time I reached for a high-shelf item, she got it for me, as well as taking my returns from my hand to replace them. She wasn’t even browsing for herself anymore. She was just watching me with a grin on her face and helping me reach for stuff. It got a little awkward, but she seemed like a sweet kid, so I let her keep doing it.

There were no words spoken between us besides her saying, “Here!”, and me thanking her. I made my selections, said goodbye to her, and checked out.

I don’t know if she had recently gone through a growth spurt and was enjoying the newfound utility of her height or if she just liked being in the service of helping short people, but it seemed like getting games off of shelves made her day.

Thank you, tall girl.