It was late, and I was the only one in the place. She was working alone. Kinda pretty, maybe a little too much makeup, but whatever. I'm not sure what I was even doing there, but what the hell, I didn't have anywhere else to go, and she didn't seem to mind the company. I sat and pretended to read a little bit, but mostly I was watching her as she tended to all those menial tasks that needed to be done before closing time.
Her hair was nice, her dress was kinda worn, but clean. I like it when they take care of themselves, make sure they look presentable, even in a place like this where, let's face it, it doesn't really matter. I'm not gonna delude myself into thinking I'm above it all. We're all just bidin' time between the womb and the tomb.
She looked over at me, noticed me watching her, and I quickly glanced downward, which was stupid. Shit. If you're gonna stare, stare, and let her know it. I mean, you never know, right? So I looked back up and made eye contact with her. She held my gaze for a second, then turned and knocked something off the table. It was hard to tell... did she do it on purpose? Was it an accident, distracted as she was?
I couldn't be sure, but with that dress, when she bent over to pick it up, I think I caught just a glimpse of her razzle.
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