"Audrey you have glitter in your hair," Seymour pointed out smiling slightly.
"Oh," She said brushing a hand over the top of her head. "I must have spilled it."
Her excuse didn't make any sense. How on earth would spilled glitter end up at the top of her head? The truth was she had worked late last night at her other job and didn't have time to shower this morning. The smell of booze and cigarettes from The Gutter was being masked by her heavy perfume. Seymour was naive though, and simply smiled and shrugged.
Business was slow today and Seymour had moved some of his succulents in coffee tins from the basement to the upstairs to work on. They rested at the little table he was propped at as he flipped through one of his textbooks.
Audrey watched him and sighed. She glanced down at her hands stained with glitter and closed her palms. We are so different, she thought. Audrey watched him settling on a page and push his glasses in place. Seymour, sweet Seymour. Her mind flashed back to the men she had seen last night. Toothless grins grabbing at her and hollering. Men clad in leather whistling as she strutted by. She watched him, his face lit up as he read his textbook. We are too different. He's so sweet, and I…
"Audrey are you okay?" Seymour asked.
Caught up in her thoughts she hadn't realized she had started crying. She looked up from the counter and smiled through her tears, "I'm fine Seymour."
He didn't look convinced. She smiled at him one more time before turning her back. She swung into the back room and out the back door, praying he wouldn't follow her. She leaned against the bricks and looked up, trying to blink back her tears. It was spring but it was still cold. It was always cold on Skid Row. She saw black smudges at the corner of her vision and realized her makeup was running. Crouching, she put her face in her hands and cried.
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