A few days go by and my nights
are filled with last night conversations with Dante. It’s a funny feeling to
get a little excited when receiving a text from someone right before I head to
bed. I started lacking sleep, but I don’t care, this is the last summer and the
only way to make it as long as possible is to take away my sleep time.
Thursday at work was dreadful,
having only three hours of sleep from an indulging late night conversation with
Dante, I felt like death. The only thing that brought me into a right frame of
mind was the one Hot Box Guy, Damian. I haven’t even had a conversation with
this guy and I find him interesting. He has this cool, laid back nature, yet he
knows what he’s doing more than the other new guys. The way he ambles his way around Costco, never really talking to anyone, but somehow finding his way near
my station, just brings me to want to get to know him.
The closer he gets to my aisle,
the more I give him a good look. He’s skinny like my Ex, with the same brown
hair and dark eyes, but has a different structure facial features. My Ex was
very symmetrical, bland, handsome yet boring features. When Damian had rounded
eyebrow arches with rosy cheeks and a mocking laugh-at-you kind of smile where
his lips stretched.
Right before I clocked out of
work, I attempt going to say something to him. But right at that moment, Hancock
messaged me a single sentence, which made me drop every plan I originally had
and get pumped for tonight. All he said was:
“We’re going to the movies
tonight.”
Which is our code for doing
cocaine. Man was I thrilled. Hancock had
asked me awhile ago if I’d ever be down, and since I wasn't with my Ex anymore,
I was free game.
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