I should have waited.
I look forward to his smile. It’s a sweet smile. It lights up his face. Or maybe his face lights up when he sees me. He says my hair looks nice when it’s down. My co-worker and her friend say that anytime a man comments on your hair, it means he want to bone you. I’m choosing to believe them. He’s sexy. And he’s not trying to be. He has no idea that his yellow fitting around his biceps t-shirt made him look so delicious today. I was so anxious to give him that fucking can of olives. I should have done it when no one was around.
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