The rest of my day creeps along, work going as well as it usually does. I wish I could have been born rich and never had to deal with anything like this but.. that's life I suppose. My mind cant focus much on my day anyways as the moment I had early in the day keeps replaying over and over. It feels like such a small moment to fixate on, but I cant believe it. He looks exactly like the person ive been focused on for years of my life. A silly game that turned into something too real to put into words.
My boss walks by and I tug my mask up a little bit more, out of spite. I wish I could blow out of here in a rage but the paychecks are nice until I find something else. Focusing on my work I have to get done feels like the worst chore in the world, I just wish I could go home and talk to my friend about all the thoughts im having.
I finish most of my day and let my friend know im almost done, and to please be free later in the evening. She texts me back that she still has 4 or 5 hours to go, as she's a little bit behind me in the time. I tell her I get it but when she's free to please message me, I need to go over some thoughts of mine and I know it'll be more fun if I do it with her.
I go about the rest of my day after work, grabbing some food and going back to the bus stop to head back home. I'm almost disappointed when I wait the whole ride to see him and he never gets on, I wonder if ill ever even see him again or it was a once off that im getting my hopes too high on. I groan at the idea of getting myself so worked up and head off the bus once it reaches my stop. At least I can rest again, have a drink and calm down my brain. Once I make it into my home I bee line for the kitchen, only to be met with nothing to drink. I grab some water in the meantime and make a mental note to go out for something later.
I sit down and text Leanna in between the busy times she's having, sipping on my water before deciding I should just get up and get it now before it gets too late, and thankfully I still have my shoes on. It didn't even cross my mind to wind down at all yet.
Slipping back out into the world feels a little wrong to do now but I've already talked myself into doing this. I make my way out and decide to just walk to the nearest shop to get a whiskey, just a small one. Taking one last look at my phone I stuff it into my pants pocket only to look up and be met with the face I've been thinking about all day. He's not looking at me yet, leaned up against the wall on his own phone. I drink in his face, noting the way he looks exactly how I pictured him. Black jacket and jeans on, beat up shoes and a hat on his head now. His light eyes shining in the light from his phone. My heart picks up as his eyes slide up from his phone and into mine, I immediately look to the left, avoiding the idea that ive been staring at him. Mentally crossing my fingers that he didn't notice, I make my way closer, to pass him and make my way into the doors of the shop.
"Hey!" He calls out after I walk inches past him, I squeeze my eyes shut quickly and turn around, looking as normal as I can even if my face feels like its on fire. "yeah?" "you're the girl from the bus this morning right?" He asks me, squinting a bit and looking at my shirt. Jesus Christ I should have changed, something to show something maybe? The thought crosses my mind as I try to act as calm and cool as possible. "Uhh, maybe? I'm not sure if I saw you?" I say, looking him up and down. I know I saw him but maybe this makes the staring less weird. "Oh, maybe it was because I didn't say anything but "nice shirt"", he pauses to look at the shirt again, "still is a nice shirt." "Thanks..", I say, looking down at it, "its one I can wear to work so I feel like I see it too often." He grins, the corners of his mouth rising just slightly. "Makes sense, seems fancy, anyways have a good night" he says, pushing off the wall and turning away from me, making his way down the street.
Oh sweet goddess help me.
