Wanted

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I stopped to the gun shop on the way home. Just in case I needed to defend myself.

The guy who sat at the front desk asked me to fill out a form to ensure that I've had no past experience with crime or drugs.

Everything was smooth on the form, so was all the other procedures I went through. Soon, the man brought out some guns.

I scanned the layout of the metal weapons in front of me, before pointing to the one I liked.

"This is a shotgun, ma'am-pretty impressive gun. Maybe you should go for a more straight forward or easier to manage gun?" The man asked, probably realizing I only picked the one I did, because it was larger.

"What do you suggest?" I asked, looking at the man.

He was about to speak, until his phone rang.
"I'm sorry, ma'am I have to take this," he stood from his chair, "Buck will assist you."

I smiled and nodded as he yelled for 'Buck'.

"I'm comin'!" Buck yelled from the back room behind the desk.

While I waited, I looked over the guns, before my attention gravitated toward all the gun accessories on the wall.

My eyes landed on the pink covering, which impelled me to reach up and pulled it off the rack. I scanned the packaging and read it:
For Glock 19.
This item does not require vigorous washing

A bell rang and I spun around to see the well awaited Buck, and boy was he worth the wait. His chiseled jaw and shiny hair corresponded well with his broad shoulders and striking blue eyes. He was mesmerizing.

I quickly realized I was staring and came over to the desk, where his elbows pierced the counter as he stared at me.

It was hard to focus as I attempted to speak.
"Uh," I began, "I like the glock."

"Which one?" Buck smirked.

"The-the 19. Please."

He nodded and boxed it, placing boxes of bullets inside as well. I quickly paid and turned to leave.

"Be careful handling your new gun," he called out.

I turned and smiled, "I will."

Once I exited the gun shop, I let out a sigh of relief. It was weird how I'm still in the buzz of running errands and working and driving, and it all takes my mind away from my drifting off into memory lane.

I needed the activities of everyday life to distract me from my mind. I was running and hiding from my thoughts, so I couldn't be reminded of my traumatic twist of events the night before.

That guy really caught my attention though. Not many do. I mean, I work with many guys, but they weren't....different.

That Buck though, I liked the butterflies I got.

What am I saying???

The sun was beginning to drop, welcoming the evening. I needed to get home. My car screeched onto the road with speed.

I felt way more confident to be going back into my home.

This time, I'll be ready.