"Hey stranger what's up?" Startled, I look up to see a very familiar face. Standing there oh-so-casually in his jeans and a black t-shirt, with his hands in his pockets, chatting and laughing with my friend Mark, no doubt catching up on everything that had gone on since we had been away. David. One of the few men I have met to be taller than me. I remember those broad shoulders, that full bottom lip, and those beautiful blue eyes. I can't help marveling again how I managed to be so attracted to a red head of all things, when I had always swooned for the dark haired muscle men in the past. They keep chatting and making plans while I stand dumbly behind the counter as all my fellow employees push past me to handle the rush.
"So it looks like you're busy here why don't you meet us upstairs when you are off work."
I give a brief nod with wide eyes, willing myself to be more confident and act natural. David's eyes dance as his casual smile lights up his face. He looks one last time at me over his shoulder still smiling at a hidden joke. Maybe not so hidden as I realize I stood transfixed the whole time without saying a word to either Mark or David.
I can't believe we're back. Not just back, but both single and with the same friends. I thought I didn't have a chance in hell last year. He was with his girlfriend of three years, and only knew me as the little sister of Mark's room mate. I was so awkward. I know I must have giggled too much. I was always saying stupid things, like I couldn't control my mouth anymore. When his relationship started having problems and falling apart, I couldn't help myself from snooping around and hoping silently that they would break up. Then Mark, the traitor, telling him how I had been checking and wondering what was going on, embarrassing me like that. I finally gave up, embarrassed to be revealed and thinking that their relationship would drag on forever.
I spent most of the summer and a bit of the first month of this new semester with Nate. He was nice you know? Well maybe not nice. But we had fun. Well not really much of that either. We fucked a lot. I think we really didn't have anything else in common, and after failed conversations and failed attempts to do things together, there was always sex to fall back on. It was nice while it lasted but it didn't take me long to realize we weren't really dating and it wasn't going anywhere. Then to my surprise I found comfort at the end to this confusing half-a-relationship in David. We started out chit-chatting in messenger and before I knew it I was pouring my heart out about my failed relationships and my thoughts and views on all sorts of things. It's much easier to be brave across the internet.
*ring* *flip*
"Hello?"
"Hey, did you just get off work?"
"Uh, ye-ah. I was just clocking out."
"Well I was just about to take off from here, so instead of meeting up here in Mark's room, how about I walk you back to your place? It's on my way."
"Oh okay. That's alright with me."
