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like it's sooo tough four
like it's sooo tough four
He walked into her restraunt because he had seen her behind the counter one morning while he was rounding the corner on his moutain bike. Well actually it hadn't been one morning. It had been every morning since he had seen her the first time. Three weeks ago. He noticed she was there every day and wondered if she needed money badly or had a drug problem or worked two jobs too support herself and her orphaned son's. This is how your brain works when you have no idea how to meet women. For the last week he had been coming there for breakfast before work. Sit at the counter and smile and order coffee and apple juice and a bagelwith extra cream cheese. By the third day she smiled when he walked in and greeted him with, "the usual?". He was completely unprepaired for this figuring that he was invisible to her still as he had been at the table on the street. He felt his face flush and managed to nod out a low "yep."
Way to sweep her off of her feet Romeo. The next day he was prepaired and beat her to the punch with "HIi". "Hey there! Bagel, extra cream cheese?"
"Sounds good." He was just knockin her dead.
"We have Hazelnut if you like flavored."
Oh shit! A question!
"Sure". Another nod. Oh, he was simply on fire today. How could he possibly talk to 120 students, teacher, administrators, parents, and be rendered a fucking mute by this woman was just beyound him. Hpoefully she would just assume he was mildly retarded and not rude or gay or something. Oh my God! What if she thought he WAS gay? How could he make sure she unders tood he wasn't, "Do you like Oatmeal?".
"Do you like Oatmeal? I noticed you on your bike a couple of times and you look like you're pretty healthy and our oatmeal is great. We make it with rasins and walnuts and bananas and honey. It's a good source of protein and carbs without the fat of our eggs and other breakfast stuff. And aren't oats supposed to be good for your heart?"
"I think so. At least that's what they say on all of those Cherrios adds." He didn't have a chance to think or he probably would have thrown up or drooled or something. She was talking to him. This was a good thing. So why was he starting to sweat?
Wait a minute. Did she say she had seen him riding his bike?
"Well you should have some sometime. I think you'd like it."
"I'll make a point to one day when i don't have to get to work."
"What do you do?"
"Where? What grade level?"
"Jacobsen. Tenth and Twelfth grade". He found himself frozen, unable to move. A deer in the headlights. She leaned back aginst the ice machine and crossed her arms.
"Really? You don't look like a teacher. What suject?"
Why didn't he look like a teacher? Did he look funny? Was he under dressed or something? Now he was coming back to Earth. Did he look too stupid to teach? He was certain he must have sounded so.
"I tech drama and English."
"Oh well, that explains it."
"You don't dress like a teacher. You dress far to cool to be a teacher. Teaching Drama I would figure you'd have a bit more...flair. It makes more sense now. But your big like a coach. All the actors i knew in college were little whimpy guys."
"Yeah. I get that a lot. I was an athelete in high school so the English teachers all expected I'd be a coach or something. They sorta looked down their noses at me. Kinda messed with them when i started quoting Hamlet during depatment meetings." Where the hell did that come from? Suddenly he wasn't sweating any more. He was just a guy talking to girl. Well, a woman. How did she do that?
And then it hit. The pause. No words.Not a sound. She just stood there. Her arms crossed. some thing was different. She wasn't smiling any more. What? Did he have food on his face? Was he staring at her breasts? What the fuck! No. Wait. She was grinning. This big crooked grin, almost a smirk, not quite a lear, She was....lookin him over? She was checkin him out! She was apraising him like a fat man at a buffet! The adinaline hit him like a rush of electicity and it was all he could do to keep from shorting out completely! The blush hit him. Hard. Now it was a full-blown leer. She had him and she knew it!
"I'm Sara". She was being merciful.
"Luke", and he reflexively stuck out his hand. This threw her and she blushed as she shook his hand. Strong. Long, beautiful hands. Like the tips of a bird's wings. She wasn't ready for the physical invasion/invitation and it had exposed her. Advantage team Luke. Now what? Team Luke had absolutely no idea what the fuck to do.