I glared outside at the snow sweeping the streets of New York City, and sighed. I hated the snow, although I was a so-called "winter baby". Every hour or so, I would glance at the window-doors we had in my store, and squeak at the amount of snow that, somehow, managed the triple as time passed.
At five o'clock, I had noticed the insane amount of snow we had. It was approximately a foot and a half, but I swore that we were going to get snowed in because of this ridiculous blizzard. I finally grew fed up with the stupid weather. The cold was causing me to sneeze, along with the perfume I was dealing with in the backside of the store. Luckily, my friend was helping me out while we worked; constantly passing me a tissue when I was sneezing.
"Roha, I swear to god, I'm gonna text him soon." I managed in between sneezes.
She shook her head at me. "I'm telling you, Priya, don't do it. He's so not worth contacting." The person in the discussion we were referring to was our former co-worker that I somehow hooked up with for a one night stand. Daniel and I were pretty cool with each other, although we were in a fight/argument after our first night. Since then, we didn't really talk to each other, but we were always up to date with contacting each other. He had sent me his cell phone number on Facebook, and since I got a new number, I thought it would've been nice to let him now about it.
"Fuck you Roha, I'm gonna do it." I cursed before I found myself reaching into my apron pocket and texting away on my cell phone. She replied with a string of curses before we joked about it, only to get constantly interrupted by my phone vibrating in my pocket.
What time are you getting off from work? read his text message to me.
At seven, but my mom is picking me up. I replied urgently. I didn't want to hook up today, per se. I just wanted to see if I could get him for another day.
Wack, you should tell her that you get off at a later time, then come by me in the meantime. ... He was right. Eagerly, I texted my mother and told her that I had to deal with some inventory work tonight, and would be getting out at least a hour and a half than what I had anticipated. She simply said okay, and I figured I could just get a cab to get home. I switched back into Daniel-mode and let him know that the damage was done.
Aiight, you don't mind climbing through a window, do you? he asked.
I shook my head, Why climb?
Because I can't very well just walk you through my front door, introduce you to my parents, then fuck your brains out with them there. Although he indicated that it was a joke, I knew there was some truth to that statement. He and I fit together pretty well with our sexual need.
Sighing, I conceded to his request. Fine. First or second?
First, and don't worry, I'll pull you through. I almost laughed at his reassurance.
Aww, how sweet. I responded, before returning back to work.
No more than fifteen minutes later, I felt my pocket vibrating again. However, this time it was worse; I was kneeling down, so the vibration occurred on my inner thigh. Instantly, I grabbed my phone and checked the text message, but not before shaking off the urge that came with that vibration. Yoo, go to the bathroom and send me a picture of-- I immediately averted my eyes to avoid reading the text message. I knew what he was going to ask for, and shit, I couldn't do that at work!
