Once A Lover (GirlxGirl)

3- For The Fish

Danielle Nettie Davis

Another day for the fish.

Danielle woke up early in the morning and started her favorite routine of the day. She washes her face with charcoal face wash. Brushes her teeth with cinnamon toothpaste. Brushes her hair, deciding to put it in a half-up-half-down style today, with the front and sides of her hair pulled back, and the back of her hair out and free. She doesn't forget to make her bed and soon she's slipping on her dirty boots to feed the animals.

Today she took her truck to work. A woman she had slept with once commented on how clique it seemed, a country girl with a pick-up truck. Danielle then replied with, "It's the optimal automobile for my job, I need a car that can easily carry a lot of supplies. It doesn't reflect my natural-esque lifestyle, but instead, aid my career."

But once she said that Danielle realized she had said too much, the woman looked confused. And so to fix her mistake, she followed it up with, "Wanna make love under the stars?" And soon she was placing blankets in the back of the truck.

Normally Danielle could be suave, but without thinking, she could let her blunt answers make it awkward. The easiest thing was just to not speak a lot, and with her already limited speech, she barely said much. A few words could last the entire night.

A ring interrupts Danielle's thoughts. She picks up her phone from the passenger seat and answers the call, remembering to press 'speaker' before pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hello? This is Dani."

A giggly voice answers. "Heyyyy...it's Hannah."

"Okay."

The girl on the other side of the call laughs. "You're so weird! Anyway, I was wondering if you want to...you know...." She trails off.

Danielle waits for her to continue for a moment. "....know what?"

"Do you wanna hook up tonight?"

Today is a day for the fish. Not for women. Danielle must get to work. Unload the products, stock the shelves, etc. Then she was hoping to go fishing later, or perhaps a jog. Then the animals need a lot of attending to, a task she couldn't get to yesterday.

"No." Danielle decides.

"...uh..." The girl hesitates, her joyful tone fading. "You don't want to...or you can't?"

"I am busy, so I can't and I don't wish to complicate my schedule, so therefore I don't want to either." Quickly, she remembers to add "Sorry bout that, Darling."

The phrase she adds on the ends usually works, and by the faint sigh of relief from the girl, it likely worked again. "Alright, well I'm open. What day works for you?"

"Thursday."

"But that's like two days away!" The girl whines with a small giggle.

"Yes, it is." Danielle factually responses, while turning into a parking lot. "I have to hang up, I'm at work. Are we doing Thursday?"

"Yeah, you know it!"

"Okay. Bye." Danielle hangs up the phone.

A sigh emerges, she places her hand on her back as she stands up, finally moving the last crate into the backroom. Danielle's job isn't easy, some days more physically demanding than others. But with her average and frequent workout routine and her several athletic hobbies, the manual labor isn't too much of an issue.