(It really is a beautiful day. The sun is shining and the birds are singing. All for you. I can hear it in my head. No one else is looking at you but me. Isn't that weird? Such a shame a beautiful body like yours has to go to waste. No no no why would I want anyone else to look at you? You are already mine. Can't you feel this connection between us?
Maybe if we went back to my place and I stripped you out of your candy cane dress and high heels you'd change your mind. I've never really been that good at talking so maybe if I just give you that look you'd hop out of your seat in this cafè and come to the back with me. I don't mind taking a break from work for you.
Where are my manners? I haven't even asked your name yet. I apologize my name is Mark, what's your name? Hailey? What a lovely name. Would you like to fuck? To straight forward? I need to get out of my head…)
"Hey Mark, you can go ahead and clock out a little bit early, Samantha is already here early."
(I hate my boss. That goes without saying but I mean is anyone ever really happy with their own?)
"Alright Damian I'll see you on Friday. Have a great rest of the day!"
(Retrieving my things from the break room is probably the hardest part of my shifts. Cleanliness isn't on anyone's bucket list here but at least I can keep my locker organized enough to tame myself. The best part of shift is walking past you at the same time every time I'm here. You smell of sweet roses and probably some expensive shampoo. Walking past you feels like I'm in slow motion. Taking in every breathtaking beauty about you. I should just talk to you. Orrrrr…I could bite your neck and fuck you so hard you scream my name. Fuck…let me get out of here)
(You know, normally I would love to just drive home right now and relax but you make it worth staying here. Even if it means waiting for you to go home too. Isn't that what a good lover would do? Make sure you are safe? Seeing you drive away in your run down brown Beamer really tells me a lot about you. You're humble. You don't really need the lavish things in life. I want to give that to you. I can feel you don't like to ask for help. So I will. I will help my poor damsel in distress. After all, that's what a good lover would do isn't it?