cinnamon bread

III

i dragged the customer's food across the scanner, only to be followed by beep after beep.

"your total is $28.83, ma'am."

we finished up, and she left with her groceries.

and then, my boredom returned with the same dull thoughts that come along.

i stood there, tapping my fingers against the cheap cashier, until you showed up.

again.

you handed me your cinnamon bread, and i set it down on the cashier, and held out my hand.

"marla, but you can call me mar or marley."

your eyes traveled to my hand, then back up at me.

i raised an eyebrow, and then you unexpectedly took my hand, and gently shook it.

your skin was delicate; silky soft. i took my hand back, then swiped your bread and handed it back to him, as you handed me a 5.

"sir, can i please ask you a question?"

you looked at me, again. your hazel eyes pierced into mine, the beautiful blend of chocolate brown and a dark emerald green seemed to capture my gaze.

I forced myself to say, "why cinnamon bread?"

you handed me a small piece of paper, and i softly took it from your warm, soft hands, and opened it.

it had a bunch of numbers written down, and i assumed it was your phone number.

when i looked up, you had left me alone.

once again.

//natalie