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By *afydd_g OP Man
over a year ago
Out and About |
I walked past the window of the lingerie store, and saw the women who worked there were dressed sexily with some of the items for sale. But it was the saleswoman next to that store, in a bookshop quietly tucked into the empty street corner, who was far sexier to me than any other woman. I saw her while going home from work nearly every night. Now, she was in the window, with her long hair managing to spill out of the severe bun it was pulled into. She wore glasses with cat’s eye frames and had delicate vintage embellishments adorning her work clothes.
I was a bibliophile, but i got nervous going into that bookstore. I was sure she would notice I was awkward around her. I adjusted my glasses, and looked into the store but knew I could not go in because, well, what would I say to her?
One day, on my way home from work, I saw her in the window of the fancy lingerie store. She fingered every item with care, but I noticed that she was trying on pantyhose, the kind with dots and seams up the back. Nice, I thought to himself and then looked away. It was dark and I did not want to be seen looking.
I went to the coffee shop-bar down the street, and looked up at the menu board. The sight of her legs in those seamed tights stayed with me as I surveyed the menu. The store had a smattering of people in it, but my heart stopped when the door opened.
There she was, the shop girl.
She had on a vintage coat, and her pretty dark hair was again pulled into a messy bun , with a sort of Dita von Teese-vintage sensibility. When I looked at her, she looked at me a bit startled and then looked away. She stood behind me in the line.
“I’m not sure what I am getting, did you want to go ahead of me?” I asked.
She looked at me a little dazed.
“No,” she blushed, and waved her hands. “I do not know what I want either!”
“Well I do, can I skip both of you?!”
I looked at the man impatiently standing behind us, and shrugged.
“Can I buy you a coffee, does that help you make up your mind?” I asked her.
She blushed, and waved her hands again which I found adorable.
“You don’t have to do that!” She said.
“But I want to…”.
“I cannot believe this…” she blurted.
I looked nervous, but there was something to the smirk on her face that made me not give up right away.
She became to talk again...
“Okay, I have to tell you this…I just got this app on my phone today and I knew you were going to be in this shop. I thought you were hot, so…I don’t even drink coffee!”
She showed me her phone, and there was a picture of me!
I felt myself blush, as I looked at the picture of myself from a hook up app I had downloaded one afternoon and then abandoned shortly, out of shyness.
“What’s your name—since you know everything about me!” I said.
“Yvette,” she smiled. “And I do not know everything…yet!” |
