Red String (joshler)

3

I was off my shift today when I saw you sitting on a bench. Your eyes were downcast and your shoes were untied, white snakes threatening to reach up and strangle you. I wonder what that meant.

I wanted to speak to you. I was too afraid. I didn't think you'd appreciate me stepping into your bubble.

To you, I was just the guy behind the counter, ready to ring in your order.