When you see a person ahead of you, try to guess what they'll do next.
He asks me what i do
I tell him “I work for a small company that makes packaging for…”-he stops me midsentence
“No not what you do to pay the bills what drives you crazy what keeps you up at night”
I tell him i write. He asks me to show him something. I take the tips of my fingers place them inside his forearm and graze them down his wrist goose bumps rise to the surface. I see his mouth clench muscles tighten his eyes pore into mine as though i'm the reason for making them blink. I break gaze just as he inches toward me i step back.
“So that's what you do — you command attention”
My cheeks flush as i smile shyly confessing
“I can't help it”
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