Carmen

Ambition

The boiling point of my temperature combusted into raging fire at him. How the hell does a man that doesn't even know how to get to work the manager! I'm furious, I clock in and walk away, pissed. "Wait love! Where are you going?", he shouted so I can here him. "Where the hell do you think? To France? No idiot, to work!", I felt to my position.

Getting my gloves on and going to work is the best thing I can do. slamming hammers, twisting pipes, and loading/unloading steel got my anger level and pride down. but how- HOW IN THE HELL DID HE GET THAT HIGH IN THIS COMPANY THAT QUICKLY! bastard. Meanwhile, in me venting to myself I was working harder than every one in that factory combined. I had made fourty steel pipes, sixty sheet plates, and thirty metal rods in the hours I was suppose to work. I broke a nail though, so instead of stopping to treat it, I kept working, like it was nothing. I think I tore an arm muscle too.

The end of the day I clocked out and walked out to go hail down a taxi before it was too late. " Robin! Wait up love! You walk so fast!", as I turned around I saw Michael rushing to me like a runaway train. My eyes widened as he got bare skin close and abruptly stopped in front of me. "What stud", I looked in his eyes and saw the virginity of young maidens in his soul, that shit faced freak. He looked at me stunned and in shocked he said, "well, I was going to ask did you want to ride the taxi to the train station with me. That's all, do you mind?". I stopped and starred in his eyes once again, but more softly, being me the emotional nerd I hugged him and said sorry for being so harsh. I accepted his request and held his arm, walking in the snow cuddled around his arm was fantastic. He was warm, and his jacket was soft. He hailed us down a taxi, "the train station please", he spoke through the drivers window. He opened the door for me and got in after me. Michael wrapped his arm around me and whispered in my ear, "have dinner with me love?". I looked at him and said no. Straight no, nothing else but a serious stare. "well, why not?", he asked innocently. "Just cause, I don't want to.", I replied. 15 minutes of silence covered the rest of the taxi ride. When the taxi stopped I scrambled out while Michael payed for the ride. He rushed behind me and took up my hand and snatched me back. It felt like he pulled my shoulder socket out of place. He wrapped me in his arms and hugged me tight. The basic things he has done made me smile the most that day.

While waiting for the train now, we just stood there, him hugging me from behind, and I? Accepting every last bit of it. "Have dinner with me, please? I'd love to cook for you", Michael whispered in my ear lovingly. He caressed my cheek with his warm, firm, full lips. The trained pulled up around six sharp. People shuddled off and on the train and in the mist of it all I founded myself holding Michael's hand. The gentle touch; yet roughness of his hand had me hot and moist. Could... could I be bisexual??? NO!!! Oh gosh, no time to think of that! It's six fifteen, ten more minutes of silence and I'm home! Yes, home sweet home! "Robin... ", and soft voice whispered to me. "Yes?", I responded knowing what he was going to say. "Marry me?". WHAT!?!?! I jumped in shocked and he laughed, "I'm pulling your leg! Dinner at your place tonight, see you then babe", the train stopped and he got off and walked away. Wh- What just happened?