The autumn air is crisp and fresh. The sweet smell of wet leaves drifts in my car window. Last night she told me that she had fun, but doesn’t want to just be a fuck buddy. Truth is, that was what I wanted until I was alone with her. There in the dark drunk on her and incense I saw something that doesn’t show in the daylight. She glows. She radiates energy, a light that she’s not aware of, yet.
The parking lot of my favorite Mexican restaurant is empty. I park at the front door and make my way to the bar and margarita lunch. Jefe is in charge at the bar and quick with the tacos and liquor. I thankfully tuck my nose into a book and sip the refreshing lime liquid. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I drop book off the edge of the bar, bend over to pick it up and she’s standing in front of me.
“How many have you had already?”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were on your way to Nashville for the weekend.”
“Nope; changed my mind.”
“What did you change it to?”
“Finding you.”
“Well you’ve got me.”
“No I don’t, but I’m going to try,” the evil little smile she used on me at work covers her cute face again.
“Want some tacos?”
“I’m a vegetarian.”
“Of course you are.”
She’s a Seventh day Adventist, a nursing school student. I can’t look her in the eye for more than a few seconds at a time. I’ve never had that problem. I’m seven years older than she is. She’s five foot one and three quaters. She doesn’t trust me. I’ve never wanted anyone to trust me so much before.
