"My MaRiLyn..."

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I walk into a grocery store and I see Ciara who is at the counter talking to a customer. She works here? Amazing.
She's hardworking and beautiful. What else can you ask for? She looks beautiful in that uniform.
Her melanin glowing just right and those brown eyes-Jesus, they take me places. I'm mesmerized.

I snap out of my gaze on Ciara and hurriedly rush to the vegetable and fruits section trying to find something I can make for dinner and of course ignore Ciara because I'm "Mad" at her after all.

She thought of me as a creep. I am not a creep, I just know when to be one. That's my speciality after all.
Timothy Zolanski,the weird guy.

So here I am picking some carrots, egg plant, cucumbers and Apple's and I suddenly feel someone tap my shoulder. Humans, always flies up other people's arse.

I turn to look at who this stranger might be and It's Ciara. I swear I feel butterflies invade my stomach. I'm gonna puke.

"Hello,stranger!" She greets me cheerfully.

"Hi,"I plainly respond trying to act uninterested but it's killing me. I really want to talk to her,she seems nice.

Ciara then sighs after hearing my plain response,she's disappointed in me. She didn't expect me to answer that way.

"Well, I hope you find what you're looking for," she says.

Me hoping she'll walk away after saying that but she just stands there looking at me.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You finally came outside. Met anybody you like?"

Honey, I like you. Snap out of it! You are in love with someone else and not her. She is nobody. You are only going to be obsessed with your creation and nobody else.

"Well,I met this old lady before walking in here. She seemed nice," I say to her now confidently.

She just nods affirming. I nod back. It's awkward again but I choose to speak up.

"What is our neighbors name? The lady I sketched,what's her name?"

"Oh,her? She asks disgusting.

Yes,her! And what do you mean her?

"Yes,her. What's her name?"

"Marilyn," she says to me.

My stomach immediately drops. She has a name of an Angel. Marilyn Zolanski. She's my wife. She is perfect.

"Do you want to meet her? I can bring her by your place to introduce you to her and tell her about your sketch of her."

I widen my eyes in surprise and speak up,

"Don't tell her I sketched her. She'll find it creepy."

"Now you know how I felt when I saw it," Ciara says with a cheesy smile.

I roll my eyes at her and she does nothing but checkle.

"See you later alligator!" She says and walks off to finish up with what she does best.
Making people feel good about themselves.