My boss asked me why I don't drive anymore.
I told him I prefer to walk,which isn't a total lie.
I got my car fixed two days ago but walking means I can mull over what I'd say to the tiara boy.
If I actually talk to him I mean.
Plus,it means I'm closer to him.If I was driving I would park on the opposite side of where he sits.
I wouldn't even pass him.
So I'd much rather walk.
I see him sitting where he always sits,head hung down.
I asked him yesterday if I could sit with him,he didn't answer me.
Not one word or sound,he didn't even look as if he heard me.
I was a ghost to him it seemed.
I felt kinda guilty for some reason,so I didn't sit.
Honestly,I was kinda afraid to.I sort of felt like I was invading his privacy,invading his turf.
So I didn't sit,even though I wanted to.
Instead I went inside and tried to sleep.I didn't get any that night though I tried for hours.
I walked by him now,my eyes glancing at him from the corners.
Instead of heading toward the door I went and stopped beside him.
Before I could stop myself I was sitting across from him,watching him.
He looked up just barely,his crown shining.
"I like your tiara."
