You're still not here.
You're getting me worried.
I don't even have the balls to text you.
How pathetic.
I can't help but sigh.
My boss looks at me weirdly.
I can't look at him.
Not because I know he'll ask what's wrong,
But because of the flaming pink apron he has on.
Seriously dude,
You're too obsessed with pink.
I shake my head as I look at him,
Risking it.
I'm right.
He asks what's wrong.
I know he means well.
As I'm about to tell him it's nothing,
He interrupts me.
"I know it's about that handsome boy that came by a few days ago."
I freeze, blood running cold.
Shit.
I look away as he laughs and my face reddens.
"How-"
"It's quite obvious! "
I huff as I look back at him.
"H-hes just a customer.. "
Shit did I stutter...?
I give up as I see the intense stare he gives me.
As I take the customers order that just came up,
I start explaining the situation.
He listens carefully,
Like always.
He's always listened.
He's like my brother.
He's all the family I have.
As I finish, he nods.
He stays quiet and I decide to drink some water.
"He's totally into you. "
I end up choking on the water.
As I try to catch my breath,
I look at him.
He's smirking.
He may be family,
But I really wanna kick his ass right now.
"He's not, shut up"
He shrugs and turns away.
"Whatever you say... But... You should text him.. "
I frown,
But I forgot he's the one that gave me his number.
I sigh.
He's right.
I spend the rest of the day contemplating.
Should I,
Or shouldn't I?
Fuck.
I really don't know.
As my pink loving boss and I start closing,
I take out my phone.
I look for your contact.
I press on the message option.
I start typing.
30 minutes later,
I'm still standing behind the counter.
Typing.
Deleting.
Typing.
Deleting.
What the fuck am I going to say?
I groan and look up to see my boss staring.
Amused.
I look away,
Embarrassed.
He laughs as he locks up.
I grab my stuff.
We walk out the back together.
He pats my back as we go separate ways.
"Text him."
He smiles and walks away.
I watch before walking the other way.
I stare at my phone and let my finger hover the send button.
I sigh as I press a few buttons before finally pressing one last one.
Are you sure you want to delete it?
Yes/No
Yes.
I sigh as I look up at the moon.
How pathetic.
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