A life where you don't take any risk is a life to regret in the future. No one wants to be selfish but sometimes it's okay to do what benefits you only. Alana Pierre knows that once you submit anything, it's almost impossible to take it back so inst...
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"I realize that we don't get to talk much at work." I decide to make conversation with Waylon as I start nibbling on the beef hotdog drenched in honey mustard. "I mean, I know you're a great photographer and have a good eye for all kinds of arts, but that's pretty much it."
"I'm really not that hard to read." Waylon confess. "You met my brother, besides him the only family I have is my mother. I'm biracial, my father is black and my mom's white. I was born and raised here."
"How did you get into photography?" I ask and he lets out a small chuckle before replying.
"Actually I got into it because of my father. He died in the army when I was young so I don't remember much about him. All I have is pictures so I kind of wanted to start taking my own photos to capture as many moments as I can." His tone was nonchalant like it was nothing but it had a lot of meaning to me. "I purchased my first camera when I was fourteen from my own savings and I've been snapping pictures since. I'm kind of obsessed with it."
"I'm sorry for your lost." I emphasized before speaking again but he just waves me off. "My mother pasted away when I was in high school."
"Well I'm sorry for your lost. At least I was too young to remember it happening, you probably created so many memories with her by then."
"Thank you and yes, I did. I love my mother, I carry her everywhere I go." I tell him as I think about her myself. I had years of crying out for her, now all I could do is look up to her. I didn't want this conversation to be about death though. We had about fifteen minutes before the sun was going to set, we didn't have much time to talk. I wanted to pique his mind a bit more though, he was the only one of my peers who didn't offer that on their own.
"How old are you?" I change the subject as he adjust himself in his seat.
"I'm twenty seven, I'll be twenty eight in a few months. What about you?"
"I just turned twenty six in May." I answer then take a huge bite out of my food. I felt the mustard on my lip and instantly dabbed it with a paper towel. "When's your birthday? And what are we doing for it?"
I loved a good party. I felt most like myself around intoxicated people while I'm the most intoxicated amongst us. I was slowly becoming more amped up about Lee's birthday party the more I thought about the task I'd have her do to save me some energy and time. I never had an office party, but I assumed they did things like that here. If I needed to start planning a birthday party then I liked to know ahead of time.
"September nineteenth." Waylon says and I nodded my head of approval. He was a Virgo, and I'm a Taurus, so we were both Earth signs.
"Noted." I smile at him and he returns it. Waylon looked nice in his bright orange hoodie, he looked mysterious but playful and his vibe right now definitely matched it. I don't know if he was actually into me but I knew he thought I was attractive. I haven't slept with someone in almost two months, and maybe it was for the better, but I was so horny. I didn't know a lot of single men in Cali yet. Actually, I didn't even know if Waylon was single or if even if I should ask him. I didn't want him to think I was coming on to him, but my vagina couldn't stop reminding me of my need for relations.
