Supermodel

2

As the clock got closer and closer to my closing time i began to long for my bed more and more. This week has been a lot better than the last. People have been more respectful and clean. Last week everyone seemed to have an incompetent edge to them.

Angelina walks over to me to help me straighten out a section of clothes that was very disheveled.

"I am beat." She spoke through her dark red lips. She liked to dress up quite a bit for work. Today she brought out designer jeans and heals up to her thighs. But it was her thing to always look nice like that.

"Want to get something to eat after we're done here?" I asked, very hesitant to look up at her because it sounded like i'd asked for a date. Nonetheless,  I glanced up at her and caught her smile.

"Hell yes." We laughed at her humor and when we finished we closed up the store and got in my car.

Oddly enough she was very quiet. But it wasn't like i didn't know why. Word around work was that i intimidated her but not because i was frightening. She liked me. More than a coworker should.

I never paid any mind to it because we never really spoke so i didn't think it was true.

She sat there looking out the window and scrolling through her phone. Her painted nails caught my eye and i thought they were nice. She's so well put together.

"You're... distant." I pull the car to a stop at a red light and she looks over, eyes all alert as if she weren't on edge before. A small smirk makes its way to my face.

"I'm not very good at socializing is all." Angelina tried reasoning as i scrutinized her, mildly amused. Her gaze shifted under my stare and she turned away. Wow, she's defiantly not as confident as anyone would think she is.

"You've got to be pretty good at it to be in my car right now." I taunted and laughed a little afterwards. "Besides, no need to be scared."

At this she smiled to herself, biting her bottom lip. I guess this brought her some comfort or a push to come out of her shell. Her emotions got in the way, i could tell. If she weren't so focused on her feelings for me, we'd probably get along fine.

"I don't bite." The light turned green and i started driving towards Panera Bread. Apparently it was a good spot. Angelina still hadn't made a move to speak up. "Unless you want me to."

Her head snapped towards me and i looked over quickly, averting my gaze from the road for a split second. She muttered an 'oh my god' to herself before laughing with me.

"I'm serious. Don't be so tense. I mean, we work together. There should be no reason we can't talk, right?" I reasoned. She nodded before speaking up with utter excitement about a song that started playing on the radio. Something about love. I didn't know but it was defiantly my kind of music.

She took it upon herself to turn it up and sing as loudly as she wanted to. I laughed at her antics.

"Don't laugh, Kai. This is the song of the century, i promise you." I shook my head and continued to drive as she sang her ass off to this love song.

"I said farewell, you took it well. Promise i won't cry over spilt milk." She kept on with the lyrics but it didn't bother me. It amused me to no extent. She pulled out her phone and took a video of us.

"What was that?" I asked her.

"Just telling everyone how my coworker loves my singing." I laugh loud at that because it couldn't be any less false. I mean, it was cute but i'd rather not hear it all the time.

"Oh come on, Kai. Tell me this song isn't amazing. This is a song you can dance to and even have sex to."

She wasn't wrong. I stopped the car at the next light and shrugged.

"It's a good song, no doubt, Angelina." My face quirked up as turned over to make eye contact as we spoke. "But you can't tell me you want to be fucked to 'love love love'."

"That's exactly what i'm saying." she rolled her eyes playfully and disregarded me as she sang on and on. I guess that's something i should probably remember.