We exchange numbers before parting and I feel a sense of satisfaction that this is going somewhere. Throughout the next day at my job, I catch myself smiling when I think of him. His lips. His poetic speak. His individuality.
I start to think of how lucky I am to know him. I could have been born in a different state and never once crossed paths with Josh. The thought scares me and I go to help a costumer to get it out of my head. I round the wall of acrylics and my eyes meet a familiar being.
He changed his hair. It's pink now. I wonder what that means.
"Need any help?" I step toward him a bit.
"Well I've been looking for an evergreen oil based paint for my next painting and I can't seem to find the right color."
He turns around to face me and his eyes widen in shock. "Tyler what are you doing here?"
"I actually work here. I can get discounts on art supplies so it suits me pretty well." I reach up to the top shelf and grab a dark green and hand it to him. "Will this do?"
He inspects the paint in his hands and nods his head. "Thank you, Tyler."
I walk towards the cash register to check the paint out. "So what are you making with this?" I ask gesturing down to the paint.
He walks to the register with his arms crossed in front of him and looking out at the busy street, "It's just a new project. I can't seem to find the right person to be in it though."
I raise an eyebrow and scan the bottle before putting it in a brown sack. He hands me the correct amount of money with his calloused hands and our fingers brush together slightly. I feel little pins and needles inside me as our skin makes contact and take the money from him. He picks up the sack and says goodbye before walking out.
I wave a little bit but quickly put my hand down when he doesn't see.
