Nine to five, three to eleven

Part 2

What's with the dude in the sweat pants:

After walking out of the break room I heard someone calling out my full name, and there's only one person who calls me Lesley Keith and that's my co-worker fat Lisa, I call her that because there's a skinny Lisa that works in electronics.

Girl you know I don't like you hollering out my last name around here, she said anyway when am I going to tell her about the dude that comes here just about every night to see me. I asked her what's she talking about, Lisa said I know who she's talking about the dude that wears the sweat pants, he only shows up here when I'm working and watches me so don't play dumb.

I said oh she noticed him too, Lisa said she couldn't help but notice him as fine as he is, and all that dick in his sweats she knows I saw it that's why I end up in the same aisle he's in.

I told her I'm just doing my job, but it seems odd that he comes here just about every evening and he doesn't look like a sweat pants kinda guy. Lisa said he's not in fact he's a lawyer or works in a law firm she's seen him downtown a few times.

I told her if he shops down here he can't be very successful, she said I work down here and I live in the burbs with my sister, I told her a job is a job. She said he must make good money he drives a new Benz, she thinks he comes down here looking for trade like me, I told her thanks a lot I only dated that one customer and it didn't turn out well at all with him and I hated that he knows where I work. Lisa said listen to me using words like well, that will get me some points with sweat pants speaking good grammar.

I told her still its odd that he comes here just about every day, and if he is interested in me he doesn't show it, she said speaking of sweat pants there he is wearing blue sweats today and from the looks of things he's not wearing any underwear, damn she wouldn't mind being those sweat pants. I told her she would say something like that she told me just go and get my man.

I told her first of all he's not my man yeah he's cute, but he can't even speak up for himself he couldn't be my lawyer, she said maybe he's just shy I should make the move she's seen me looking at him too.

I just walked away if he's an attorney why would he be interested in someone like me, just a dude who works here. I finished my work and there he is walking down the spice aisle he spends hours going up and down the aisles reading labels.

I said to myself fuck it  I'm just going to speak to him, I noticed a spice on the floor and I walked over and picked it up, excuse me sir did you drop this, he looked at me and said yes I gave it to him and he thanked me. I said if he knows his spices he must cook a lot, he said not really but its nice to have it if someone comes and cooks for him.

He said he's single and eats out a lot, he called me by name and he asked me do I cook, I told him a little but I mostly cook for my nephew when my sister has to work late, I live with them I'm single as well.

I said damn that's why I hate my co-worker calling out my full name, he said actually he read my name tag, I said oh well anyway I'm Lesley Keith, he said he's Deshaun Dane and its nice meeting me.

I said sense he's single that explains why he shops just about every day, he said that and he wanted to meet me, he just wasn't sure how.

I told him just act like he's in court and ask a question.

Lesley how did you know I'm an attorney?

My co-worker told me she said she's seen you downtown coming out of court, he said oh and I'm right a closed mouth can't get fed. I wanted to say and neither can a tight ass a dick can't feed it but I didn't go there. Damn he is fine and has bowlegs and that print in his sweat pants says a lot for me.