“What are you doing here?”She asks me, and I smile.
“I’m here to walk you home.”
“You don’t have to keep doing that.”
“I told you.I like spending time with you.”
She starts spraying off the dishes and loading them into the washer.I grab a cloth and start wiping down the counters.
“I used to work in a restaurant when I was a kid.I always hated closing shifts.I hated cleaning everything,” I tell her, and she nods.
“It’s not so bad here since Nosh is busiest in the morning and the lunch rush.Second shift is able to do a lot of cleaning, so there’s not much for me to do at night.”
“How was your day?”I ask, picking a neutral topic in the hopes that she keeps talking to me.
“Long.Cameron isn’t feeling great.Some kind of sinus infection, I think.I was looking forward to a day off, but now that won’t happen for a few more days.”
“Maybe Cameron will feel better tomorrow and she can cover your shift?Or you could ask someone else?”
“Maybe, but I kind of need the extra money too.Not that I made a ton in tips tonight,” she says, glaring at the front door.
“Forget him.He’s an asshole.”
She nods and finishes loading the dishwasher.She starts it, and I toss the dishcloth aside.
“Ready to go home?”I ask her, and she nods, then pauses.
I wait for her to say something, but she seems to change her mind.
“What?”I ask her, curious about the look in her pretty green eyes.
“I just was thinking…”
“Thinking what?”
“That I’m ready to live a little.To have some fun for once.”
Her words have my heart racing, and I smile.This feels like it might finally be the moment I was waiting for.She’s letting down her walls.Now I just need to show her that letting me in is the right choice.
“What did you have in mind?”I ask her as we come to a stop next to my bike.
She chews on her lip for a moment, and I shift on my feet as my cock hardens in my jeans.I wish I was the one nibbling on her lip.
Soon,I promise myself.
“Let’s go for a ride,” she says, and for a second, I think she’s talking about riding me, but instead, she moves towards my bike.
“Sure, whatever you want, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby,” she snaps at me, and I hold up my hands.
“Won’t happen again,” I promise her.
She clearly doesn’t like pet names.I can’t help but wonder why.
“Are you seeing someone?”I ask her as I grab the helmet and pass it to her.
“No.”
