My cargo-short-cladded legs pull me in abrupt rotations among the crowded area I need to pass in order to get to my final destination. Brown eyes darted around the crowd searching for my friends dessert stand. My modest breasts heave from my previous running just to get to this street.
The roaring of muffled conversations breech my ears as I make my way through one of the largest shopping districts in my country.
"Did you see the game last night?" A man with an accent as hefty as his beard directed his question to an older looking gentleman in front of him.
Continuing down the street I could hear portions of all sorts of conversations- with some of them being more clearer than others.
I heard the shouts of what I presume was a mother scolding her son, "CAM! Don't wander off like that! You know better!" What...", her face even turned a little red in anger and concern. I almost chuckled at the shit-eating mischievous grin planted on the kid's face.
That conversation was immediately interrupted by the stand to my left though by another man with a scrawny body but a powerful voice.
"Two for one people! You don't wanna be the sucker that misses out on this type of deal, I can guarantee this!"
Small time vendors shout towards potential, unsuspecting, civilians in an effort to get them to buy their admittedly poor wares, but as I look through the crowd I notice that the general public likes to flock around the more flashier foods, clothes, and game stands rather than the 'Mom & Pop' like ones.
Poor folks, really. I know it can't be easy maintaining business with this much competition right next door.
But today has been kind to me at least.
I woke up feeling energized without the need for caffine to be running through my veins which hasn't been the case since I was in primary school.
The weather feels nice against my honey-crisped skin; the cool pre-fall air feels gentle against the skin as the sun peeks out of the clouds to provide a nice little warmth to the chill. My fluffed black hair is luckily not in danger of looking like a jungle because of the heat or even rousing with the wind.
It is truly a nice Saturday afternoon.
This place is like a maze, yet I'm still able to kind of sort out where I'm supposed to be heading.
With a few more purposeful strides I find myself in front of my friend's stand; Ginger's Fluffy Delights. The color scheme of her stand is a beautiful sandy-orange with white accents which I myself helped her pick out.
There are an assortment of treats spread out throughout the stand which includes pies, cakes, brownies, cookies, homemade ice creams, sweet breads, and even a couple of cobblers. These are delightful to look at ans I just know they taste like heaven.
I look inside the stand and my chest starts to fell all fucked up.
I take back my statement; Ginger herself is the TRUE delight (I should be shot at point blank for that statement). Her red hair never seems to mess up as bad as mine does and yet in this moment her hair looks out of control, probably from dealing with customers for the last 3 hours, but still she looks remarkable. Her baby blue shorts, while not short enough to be deemed 'short shorts', ride up her porcelain thighs in such a way that I have to avert my gaze in bashfulness. Her t-shirt is 99% white except for the name of her business printed in orange on her top left breast.
I think somebody knocked into me, but I hardly acknowledged the rushed out "Sorry" the assailant throws at me before they dissappear into the growing crowd. I should probably stop staring but damn that is difficult.
Even when working in a frantic state I can't help but to think about how beautiful she looks.
Brown eyes peer up at my own as I approach the stand and a grin soon follows after. I'm broken out of my thoughts as I register this.
"Dude, where the hell have you been?"
The mirth in her voice and face lessened the damage her faux scorning tried to accomplish significantly. Even one of her orange flip flops tapping against the cement does nothing more than heighten my amusement.
Leaning against the front of her stand with my arm rested in front of me I smartly reply, "Aw, come on Gi Gi! You know I would never leave you hanging like that!" She raises an eyebrow in skepticism, "Not for long at least," I finish a little sheepishly.
She sighs through her nose, but her grin stays nonetheless, "Yeah, yeah whatever dickhead," she throws a glove box at me which I, embarrassingly, barely catch, "just get to work already."
With a mocking salute I give her an over exaggerated, "You got it boss," and snap on the gloves provided to me.
She just rolls her eyes and turns to the potential customers as they approach the stand.
The day continues on with sales going through the roof. Ginger sold almost completely out of everything which I honestly expected to happen- the girl is an amazing cook and really easy to talk to.
At one point I was confident she was gonna drown me in some melted ice cream with my constant tom-fucker-ey, but instead sent me out like a peasant to give out free samples of her products.
I popped a few into my mouth without her being alerted though which elated my mood quite a bit.
Eating the samples also distracted me enough to stop throwing so many glances in her direction after getting caught a handful of times and receiving strange looks from her.
The city police closes down the stands at 8 so we start packing up at 7:20, but many stands had closed up an hour or two earlier.
The night has warmed quite a bit leave both of us caked in sweat by the end of the day.
The dark-heavy sky envelopes everything under it as the street lights flicker on. The chirping of bugs assault my ears as I swat at the mosquitoes biting at my arms and legs.
Everything looks so much more ominous at night. And itches too.
"HEY! Get your head outta your ass for a sec and help me load this heavy shit into the car."
Of course she would shout something like that in the middle of the street. I wouldn't be surprised if a cop tried to wave us down to tell us to shut the fuck up. Its happened before.
I chortle and walk over to my obviously exhausted friend, who has a lazy smirk on her lips, in order to aid her with the now deconstructed stand. These boxes are heavy as hell, but she doesn't need to know how bad I'm struggling with these boxes.
Such a bitch- well a bitch that I care deeply for at least.
"Blow me," I playfully spit out with a chuckle stuck in my throat as I pick up the boxes one by one to place them in the car and in response he flips me off, "and you should be glad that I came over to even help you, asshole."
For what seems like the billionth time today she rolls her eyes again, "Oh my dear savior! How ever could I repay you?" Her hand comes up to grip at her chest as her brows furrow, "Oh! I know; bend over in front of me so that I may kiss your bone-y little ass!"
I probably look insane right now with how hard my laughing is, but it's hard to care about that right now.
I'm belly laughing as lean against her car and state, "If I bend down in front of you, you're gonna kick me into the dirt," I calm myself down a bit, "so thanks but no thanks."
With a tut she turns her back to me and shuts her trunk.
"Just get in the car."
She loves me. I can tell.
After a relatively short car ride back to her apartment, along with a bit of unpacking, we both flop onto her couch in absolute exhaustion.
This is a couch from hell. It has random lumps and it's a discolored putrid yellow-piss color, but in this very moment I have felt nothing more comfortable than this.
I'm gonna be sore as shit tomorrow after sleeping on this thing.
Ginger lays along the couch with her legs spewed across my own and for a minute I close my eyes with my head tilted back. Both of us stay relatively silent as we bask in comfort.
With her right arm thrown over her eyes she mumbles out, "We REALLY need to shower- both of us smell like shit," but I notice she makes no move to get up and move to the bathroom.
