just as you walked out.” I point to her name tag. “It’s symphony.”
“I think you mean synchronicity ,” she says.
I nod. “That’s what I said. Synchronicity.”
She takes the earbuds from my hand and puts them up to her ears. She listens to the song for a few moments then laughs. “That’s Beautiful Abyss by The Heart Strings. Abyss, not Abby S.”
That’s two words I totally screwed up in less than 10 seconds. I should have a blinking sign over my head that says idiot .
She hands the earbuds back to me. “My aunt told me you were interested in a Black-eyed Susan.”
I nod. “I’d like a yellow flower.”
“For your girlfriend?” she asks.
I quickly shake my head. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” Where would she get an idea like that?
“Oh,” she looks flustered. “My aunt said you come in here a lot. I guess I just assumed…”
“I like plants.” It’s not a lie exactly. I don’t dislike plants. I guess I never actually thought about plants until the day I saw Abby.
“Follow me.” She makes her way from behind the counter.
I follow alongside of her as she heads down a long aisle of plants. I don’t have any particular reason for buying a yellow flowering plant other than I’ve already purchased one of every other color I could think of.
“Here they are.” She points to the small selection of Black-eyed Susan they have in stock.
I grab the smallest and most pathetic looking of the bunch. “I’ll go with this one.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Definitely this one.”
“Okay.”
As I follow her back to the cash register, my heart starts beating wildly again. Now that I’ve finally met her I don’t want this moment to end. Once I pay for the plant it will be weird if I don’t leave.
I try to think of something to talk about. I really don’t know anything about plants. And I don’t know anything about her.
I never have problems picking up women. Maybe it’s because I never actually talk to them. I don’t have to. All I have to say is, “Want to come back to my place?” and they always follow me home. The only other conversation that’s usually necessary is, “Want to get naked?”
I place the plant on the counter so she can ring it up.
“That’s eight dollars with the tax.”
I can’t stop looking into her big dark eyes.
“Eight dollars,” she repeats.
“Right.” I take my wallet from the front pocket of my jeans, remove my last ten dollar bill and hand it to her.
She hands me back two singles and a receipt.
If I didn’t have some money coming in for a commercial I shot I’d be worried. I’ve spent nearly all of the money I have on plants just so I could meet Abby.
Luckily Roscoe doesn’t ask me to pay rent or utilities because he knows my situation and he’s got plenty of money from his inheritance when his mom passed away.
Of course all of that is going to change when I find a new place to live. I’m sure whoever I live with next will expect me to pay my fair share, which I’m more than willing to do.
I just have to earn it first.
I really don’t want to go back to doing odd jobs and day labor if I can help it. It’s hard work and the pay sucks.
Plus I feel like I’m right on the edge of breaking out. As Penny likes to tell me it’s all about timing. I just have to be at the right audition at the right time.
The two bucks I have left in my pocket isn’t even enough for me to take her out for coffee. If she’d even go out with me after the fool I’ve made of myself so far.
“Would you like to go for a walk sometime?” I ask. As soon as the words leave my mouth I realize how ridiculous they sound.
She’s probably got guys asking her out to fancy restaurants, or concerts, or clubs. Why would she want to go for a walk with me?
“A walk?” she actually sounds confused.
“Forget it,” I tell her.
“Okay…”
We both look at each other for several seconds. All of the air seems to have escaped
“I think you mean synchronicity ,” she says.
I nod. “That’s what I said. Synchronicity.”
She takes the earbuds from my hand and puts them up to her ears. She listens to the song for a few moments then laughs. “That’s Beautiful Abyss by The Heart Strings. Abyss, not Abby S.”
That’s two words I totally screwed up in less than 10 seconds. I should have a blinking sign over my head that says idiot .
She hands the earbuds back to me. “My aunt told me you were interested in a Black-eyed Susan.”
I nod. “I’d like a yellow flower.”
“For your girlfriend?” she asks.
I quickly shake my head. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” Where would she get an idea like that?
“Oh,” she looks flustered. “My aunt said you come in here a lot. I guess I just assumed…”
“I like plants.” It’s not a lie exactly. I don’t dislike plants. I guess I never actually thought about plants until the day I saw Abby.
“Follow me.” She makes her way from behind the counter.
I follow alongside of her as she heads down a long aisle of plants. I don’t have any particular reason for buying a yellow flowering plant other than I’ve already purchased one of every other color I could think of.
“Here they are.” She points to the small selection of Black-eyed Susan they have in stock.
I grab the smallest and most pathetic looking of the bunch. “I’ll go with this one.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Definitely this one.”
“Okay.”
As I follow her back to the cash register, my heart starts beating wildly again. Now that I’ve finally met her I don’t want this moment to end. Once I pay for the plant it will be weird if I don’t leave.
I try to think of something to talk about. I really don’t know anything about plants. And I don’t know anything about her.
I never have problems picking up women. Maybe it’s because I never actually talk to them. I don’t have to. All I have to say is, “Want to come back to my place?” and they always follow me home. The only other conversation that’s usually necessary is, “Want to get naked?”
I place the plant on the counter so she can ring it up.
“That’s eight dollars with the tax.”
I can’t stop looking into her big dark eyes.
“Eight dollars,” she repeats.
“Right.” I take my wallet from the front pocket of my jeans, remove my last ten dollar bill and hand it to her.
She hands me back two singles and a receipt.
If I didn’t have some money coming in for a commercial I shot I’d be worried. I’ve spent nearly all of the money I have on plants just so I could meet Abby.
Luckily Roscoe doesn’t ask me to pay rent or utilities because he knows my situation and he’s got plenty of money from his inheritance when his mom passed away.
Of course all of that is going to change when I find a new place to live. I’m sure whoever I live with next will expect me to pay my fair share, which I’m more than willing to do.
I just have to earn it first.
I really don’t want to go back to doing odd jobs and day labor if I can help it. It’s hard work and the pay sucks.
Plus I feel like I’m right on the edge of breaking out. As Penny likes to tell me it’s all about timing. I just have to be at the right audition at the right time.
The two bucks I have left in my pocket isn’t even enough for me to take her out for coffee. If she’d even go out with me after the fool I’ve made of myself so far.
“Would you like to go for a walk sometime?” I ask. As soon as the words leave my mouth I realize how ridiculous they sound.
She’s probably got guys asking her out to fancy restaurants, or concerts, or clubs. Why would she want to go for a walk with me?
“A walk?” she actually sounds confused.
“Forget it,” I tell her.
“Okay…”
We both look at each other for several seconds. All of the air seems to have escaped
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