I see him as he walks in, but he doesn't see me. I turn back to my work, pretending like I haven't been staring at the door for an hour, waiting for him to walk through it. I let him think he's sneaking up on me.
The conversation starts with a simple, "Hey, how's work?", but quickly escalates into a whirlwind discussion about religion and school and people. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm aware that I'm standing in front of the security camera, doing absolutely nothing, while still on the job. But none of that matters; I'm talking to Matt.
Fifty three minutes later, my store manager breaks up the fun. She's needed up front, and Matt and I just realized how long we've been talking. The second he leaves, every female employee jumps on me. "What'd you talk about?" "Did he ask you out, yet?" "He's so into you." "How did you guys talk for an hour?!"
I escape by pleading for my break, snatch my cell phone from the counter, and flee to the breakroom. I have two texts from him, saying "They told me to ask you out" and "Going out for a movie seems kinda old school to me." I sigh into a smile, breaking down how they jumped on me, too. And how we're gonna go out and not tell them anything. He promises he'll stop into work, tomorrow, too, because neither of us want to wait until I'm ungrounded to see each other.
I promise to sneak him into Edge of Darkness, and he tells me about his crazy brother and his cat. I could get used to this.
The name is Nik.
"Then, all of a sudden, something very spooky started happening. Every time I came to the end of a block and stepped off the goddam curb, I had this feeling that I’d never get to the other side of the street. I thought I’d just go down, down, down, and nobody’d ever see me again."
-Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye
I see him as he walks in, but he doesn't see me. I turn back to my work, pretending like I haven't been staring at the door for an hour, waiting for him to walk through it. I let him think he's sneaking up on me.
The conversation starts with a simple, "Hey, how's work?", but quickly escalates into a whirlwind discussion about religion and school and people. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm aware that I'm standing in front of the security camera, doing absolutely nothing, while still on the job. But none of that matters; I'm talking to Matt.
Fifty three minutes later, my store manager breaks up the fun. She's needed up front, and Matt and I just realized how long we've been talking. The second he leaves, every female employee jumps on me. "What'd you talk about?" "Did he ask you out, yet?" "He's so into you." "How did you guys talk for an hour?!"
I escape by pleading for my break, snatch my cell phone from the counter, and flee to the breakroom. I have two texts from him, saying "They told me to ask you out" and "Going out for a movie seems kinda old school to me." I sigh into a smile, breaking down how they jumped on me, too. And how we're gonna go out and not tell them anything. He promises he'll stop into work, tomorrow, too, because neither of us want to wait until I'm ungrounded to see each other.
I promise to sneak him into Edge of Darkness, and he tells me about his crazy brother and his cat. I could get used to this.
