I went inside to see a long line of people picking up there clothes on the counter. I saw the guy working on the counter working all alone.
"Poor guy." I said to myself as the guy in front of me turned around and looked at me.
"What?" He said.
I was mesmerised by his looks. He had broad shoulder and he was tall. I was gazing in his eyes speechless. I forgot what he said for a sec.
"Um, what did you say again?" I asked chucking.
"I said what did you say?" He stared at me.
"Oh, oh!" He must have have thought I referred to him. "I said that the owner was working alone. It must get lonely for him sometimes." I blushed.
I felt embarrassed covering myself with the dirty clothes I brought. I can tell he is too because he was covering his face with his hand. As the line got shorter the more awkward it got.
"Next." The owner said and the guy in front of me put his dirty clothes on the counter.
"Nice meeting you." He said after he was done. I saw him walk outside and getting on in his motorcycle.
"Next." The owner said.
"You're holding off the line." Another guy said.
I snapped back to reality and put my clothes on the counter. I sighed and stared down the floor.
I could have asked him out. But he might probably be straight also I have date tonight. I couldn't just ask another guy out.
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Roman d'amourMiles is a dreamer. He's an intern of the most well known fashion company around New York. He wants to have his own fashion line and brand. But for now he just works on papers and creates his own fashion line on a screen that may have a low chance o...
