A man can only dream for just so long. Good thing I learned my lesson years ago about wishing and hoping and more importantly about karma. That one is a bitch for sure. She will bite you on the ass every time. Sure she could be a honey of a thing too, but not for me.
I should have put it together downstairs, I have know a version of the face most of my life. But the face now is different, it's jaded and cruel not soft, happy, scared, hopeless. I remember soft blue eyes that sparkled when they were happy and gray when I was tormenting him. Yup I was an asshole, I was a kid sure but i was a grade A ass. And oh you know that bitch isn't gonna let me forget.
I'm really not sure why I am still sitting here. There is no shot in hell he would give me a job. No chance at all. This is clearly a favor my folks called in with his. But still I sit. Now only catching glimpses no as he paces back and forth talking on the phone. I know when he will be revealed again in the crack of the door. I count the steps in his pacing. In the minutes I can't see him I think which part of him to memorize.
Three... Two.. One... Shoulders to hips...