Sometimes when I'm out in public, I look at strangers and wonder who they are. I think to myself, how couldn't you? To each his/her own. Especially during Summer. It's impossible to avoid watching people in Summer, possibly due to the shortage of clothing on them, also due to the hagard climate of Mississippi.
Didn't mention I live in Mississippi? Ah, well I do. Great ol' outdoors have been apart of my life for...my whole life. The great Utah, we call it. No, not Utah Utah - the state; Utah, Mississippi. Thankfully I live in a different neck of the woods, in my own spacious acre and two story home; but, I'm trailing off the point.
"Two cheeseburgers, one double patty, one single-both extra mayo and cheese. Two large cokes one no ice, and an order of tots to go."
I stopped in mid-reach blinking bewildered. He hadn't actually expected me to catch all of that? Gotta love the all around aspects of a new job, especially in the best industry possible. Food.
"Huh?" I was quickly pushed aside by a bulky brunette with even quicker hands. With ease that made me tense, I watched the older woman take care of the entire order under 40 seconds.
Well shit.
"Move your ass shorty, or get your ass out of the way." God, I loved the food industry.
This was the story of my life. Watching people pass me by living their seperate lives. I itched to get home and take a long hot bath, full of bubbles. Maybe even make hot chocolate (even if it was almost one hundred degrees outside, liquid chocolate was the opitomy of perfection right at this moment) and sip it slowly while basking in my marvelous vanilla beads; promised to make my skin brighter and softer.
Oh, the promises.
Just as I passed through the lobby mop and bucket in hand, choosing the lesser of two evils, I tripped on the edge of a booth; watching the mop fall with a noisy clap and the bucket land hard enough to knock out water-splashing my face to high heaven.
Well...shit.
"Need help?" I sighed, wiping my face off with large irritation.
"I'm fine, thanks."
"Sure?" I glanced at the knitted hankerchief, to the thick, tan, and muscled arm that presented it, then to the whole big picture.
Well shit.
Tall, dark, and handsome couldn't lay a finger on this. What in God's name are you doing here? Tanning beds made you look orangey and even the Mississippi sun couldn't give you the tan he had. He reminded me something of a viking, not too built but enough to make a girl blush, fairly above average in height. Oh boy, a pretty boy.
I pondered how long I sat and gawked at Mr. Perfect before the husky brunette marched over telling me quite literally to 'get my ass off of the floor.'
My blush was loud. I rose from the floor with as much grace and dignity as I could, without showing tall dark and handsome my goods. His smile was quirky, laugh lines touching the edges of his surprisingly light eyes. I could have melted. Undecided whether between the closeness of this stranger, or jealousy that his eye lashes were so much longer and thicker then my own, I got the hell out of there without another word.
I didn't look back.
Awkwarddd.
