I wasn't going to get the Marsha P Johnson book for my bookstore. I was going to get a whole LGBT+ display for my store.
Who are my parents to hate me for it?
I blinked my eyes hard as my eyes focused on the computer screen in front of me. Book shopping was my favorite and least favorite activity ever. Making sure the books are decent and informational always gives me a weird anxiety.
I took a break to clean my rose gold aviator reading glasses off. Caught up in a smudge that wouldn't budge, I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard horns blasting throughout the streets.
I quickly got up to make sure the store was empty and the door was locked. I also made the extra effort to pull the sheer shade in the window. I dared a peek out of one of them.
what the hell?
Some person, no.... some man. A MAN, was walking shirtless down the street with tons of people following him. He was amazingly built, his body reminded me of the statues that were in Greece.
His muscular arms clean, but it back and sides beautifully filled with tattoos that I couldn't get a good glimpse of the artwork from where I was. It was a sight to behold you would've thought Christ came back.
He shook his dreads in happiness as he seemed to be soaking up a moment that he'd been waiting for. It didn't take me long to put two and two together. The people who surrounded him had nuggets jerseys on and he himself was about 7 feet tall. Everyone had their phones out, reaching out to him wanting him to even gaze in their direction. I did a quick google search of the nuggets roster and saw him.
Aaron Gordon was his name and he was clearly for the people the way he interacted with all of the fans around him. I smiled faintly at the sight of the drunk, but happy man. Wondering if I should go out and say hi myself.
I then backed up from the window. No one who looked like that would look in my direction. I wasn't ugly, but light skin men rarely look at brown skin beauties like myself.
I decided to go back to burying myself into my research. I don't keep up with any sports anyway, what do I need to see an unreachable man for? I didn't notice 3 hours went by until my 30 B bra started to get more uncomfortable than usual. When contemplating to take it off, I noticed. that I did none of the closing chores.
"Shit" I glanced at the clock and saw it was 11:13 PM.
Quickly, I started to tidy up. Putting books away, wiping the counters. Procrastinating as long as a could so I didn't have the clean the bathrooms. I sighed regretting letting Tamryn go home early. Closing by myself took forever and it was tiring. But at least tomorrow was Sunday, and I didn't have to open up. An odd day in every sense of the word. After doing everything under the sun, I got my bags ready to take out the garbage and leave out the back way.
I double checked everything. Registers closed, no books left on the table, only dim lights on, closed sign showing, bathroom cleaned, rugs vacuumed. Everything was in order and I was ready to head out. 1:17am.
Damn time seems to get away from me sometimes. I quietly thanked God for my off day tomorrow and thought about how good it would feel to sleep in with nothing but peace and quiet surrounding me.
