There she was. This gas stations best customer. A average height blonde girl with watermelon highlights. Every week she bought the same watermelon flavored soda. The way she talked when she went to buy the drink was bubbly. Even with her uneven teeth, her smile shone like the water under the sun. Once in a while she would grab something extra. It was usually a food item or a fidget toy. She looked extra happy once. While talking to the cashier her face lit up like the moons reflection on the water at night. She always wore the coolest clothes. Her style is nothing like what everyone wears. Colorful and yet not, revealing but also not. But none of that compared to her beauty.
I've seen her every Thursday at 2:30 to 3:00pm since May 24th. Never personally talked to her. I wait to get gas until I know that she will be there. My car fills up as I watch her.
"Hey, whacha starin at?" Some employee comes and asks me. "I see ya here every Thursday doing the same thing." I don't know what to say.
"U-uh n-nothing," I stutter back. I turn away.
"Don't worry, you don't have to say it. I understand." I turn back to him. "Why don't you go talk to her?"
What? I couldn't. I'm way to awkward. I can't tell him that though. "I haven't thought about it." I lie.
"Looks like you missed your chance today." He gestures to her getting back into her light green car. I feel my heart sink. I didn't get to see her smile today.
