After all that shit, things finally settled down. I was pre-closing today, with Him and supervisor, JT.
We were just cleaning here and there. Occasionally playing “Pull the String” (a game where you pull the string of the apron and let it loose). So He and I were just teasing each other, me tickling the living cuteness out of Him while He continued His futile attempt to tickle me.
Ugh, the way he chuckles. I swear, I honestly thought that my actions were fruitless. That I was just in a delusion of my own interests. But today was different. Very different. 스킨쉽 훨씬 더 많았다. 전 보다 훨씬 더 가까이 왔다.
When I like someone, as I once mentioned, I become a sunflower. I only face the sun, the one whom I have absolute interest in, and my feelings grow more and more, absorbing the light.
Soon, 8:15 pm arrived and it was time for me to go. He asked me, “Are you really going to leave like that?” And I responded with a playful nod. He was going on a trash run (when you have to take the trash down, which… requires you to go through a hallway.) I sneaked up behind Him, and gave Him a teasing poke. ㅅㅂ 존나 귀여워.
Ugh, the way he flinches and, oh, just how sensitive he is. He pouted and turned to me trying to tickle me then pressed me against the wall. (Hnnghn ufufu I can’t continue like this. *cries*)
It got quiet.
Word, my heart was beating like no fucking tomorrow.
I tried to brush it off and turn but He wouldn’t let me go. 두근sky, mothafucka. 우리 둘 만 있었어…
Buuuuuuut I knew I wasn’t ready for this. Nope. Not yet. Not yet.
I leaned in… for a hug. (LOL sorrynotsorry.)
He returned the hug and He whispered, ladies and gentlemen, whispered"Bye".
Then I left.
But let me just say this.
I sang on the way back home.
And my cheeks hurt from smiling too much.
The calm after the storm.
Y’all have no idea what the fuck happened today.
So EcoSure came in today. (For those of you who don’t know who or what EcoSure is, it’s a company that “delivers daily results in food safety and brand protection”.) It was an absolute disaster. I done fucked up on the two most crucial points: milk carafes and sanitizers. Technically, I was probably, most likely the initial cause of us failing with a 84.9% when the minimum requirement percentage to pass is a 90. My manager was pissed off. The whole store was just off-edge. And to top it off, one of our co-workers got assaulted by some homeless psycho dude who was the epitome of B.O. This crusty ass motherfucker, Corey, was blessed by a Asian businessman, who bought him a Venti cappuccino and two caramel pecan sticky buns (total $10.95). But he didn’t like his goddamn cappuccino. He confronted our barista yelling, “This ain’t no cappuccino. This shit! Bullshit!” Then grabbed at her. She got away without much harm, but damn, he started flipping and throwing drinks and shit, screaming “fuck this, fuck that”. Then he started socking the shit out of our glass panes that covers the bar, fucking scaring the shit out of DTLA folks. I swear, I was ringing up someone’s order but when I saw all this I immediately just booked it. Fuck man. The fire department came and so did LAPD. Caught that dirty ass fucker. But seriously, we even got robbed today.
It just got worse and worse.
February is ending with a beautiful, rare downpour…
Let me absorb all of this…
I absolutely adore this weather of no rain, no shine. A precious equilibrium.