It had been a long day at work, and I was looking forward to going home and taking a hot bubble bath. I worked as a cashier at a variety, hardware store. One that I was beginning to hate. The only people who ever came in were old guys who stunk because they never take baths; or the old women who always go to the craft section, because they are working on this or that project.
After high school, I moved to this little town, to go to college, but I found that I didn't have enough money. So now I just work. I haven't seen any of my high school friends since I moved. When I do see people from high school it is very strange. It also doesn't happen very often.
The other day, I was standing at the service desk just waiting for some one to come. It gets pretty boring, and most the people I deal with are usually very ornery. While I was standing there someone started talking to me. When I turned and saw my best friend standing there I just about died. It had been almost four years since I had seen him.
He asked me how I was doing, and what was going on. I told him about school, and about having to work full time just to save money. While I was looking at him I realized just how much I missed him. He is also very gorgeous. He has the most beautiful deep blue eyes, and blonde hair, with a body that is a hard a rock. He worked out constantly.
He asked me if I had, had lunch yet. I said no, that my lunch would be in about twenty minutes. He said he would like to take me out then, and would just shop until then.
For lunch we went to the only place that was close, it is a little pasta place that is pretty good. We talked about how things were going. We talked about what had happened to him after high school. How he had moved out of his dad's and stepmom's house after he had turned eighteen. How he had moved in with one of his friends, and finished high school. Then because of lack of money he just went to the school that was closest, which is a really good school, just not where he wanted to go. As we finished our lunch I told him that I wanted to see him again, and that I would like to keep our relationship going. He said that he was leaving town in about two weeks, but during that time we could spend as much time together as I wanted. I told him that I would like to go out again tonight for dinner. He agreed, I gave him my address, and phone number and told him to come by around seven.
When I got home started getting ready, it was already six, and I had been an hour late getting off of work. My replacement had decided that she was not going to come to work, so that just made me more upset at my job. As I was coming out of the bathroom the doorbell, rang I looked at the clock and realized I was running later then I had thought. When I opened the door I had my hair done, my makeup on, but I was only wearing my robe. I let him in and told him why I was running late and that I was sorry.
