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I thought you said you didn’t want to see wrinkled old balls, he quickly typed back.
A giggle escaped my lips. I glanced around again to make sure no one had come in and heard me. Although anyone who did would probably faint if they saw me doing anything other than work.
Your face. I meant your face. You can keep your wrinkly balls to yourself, thank you.
He sent me a picture of a forehead, golden hair cut in a sexy hot guy style falling in gentle waves against tan skin. The golden strands glimmered even in the picture, like he had a spotlight shining on him. I’d never imagined being attracted to a forehead and a little hair…but here I was.
Nice dye job to cover your grays, but a little lower might be nice.
To my surprise, I got a picture of his leg next, showcasing powerful thighs that were, in fact, drool-worthy. They were sculpted and toned, every muscle visible beneath his skin.
I can do that too, I wrote, sending a picture of my big toe.
LOL,he typed back.I just spit my protein drink all over my best friend.
So how long are we going back and forth before you send me what you look like?I asked.
Has anyone told you that your big toe is hot? I mean, I'm not a foot guy, but I can admit it.
I giggled again, shaking my head and quickly sending him a gif of a gross looking blonde guy.
This is what I'm envisioning you look like.
Unknown: So you're really turned on right now, is that what you're saying?
This was definitely more than I’d smiled in a year. I really was desperate.
Just then, my coworker Angel came in.
I gotta get back to work, I quickly typed out before throwing my phone in my purse.
I stayed busy for the rest of the day, pushing all thoughts of the charming stranger out of my head.
* * *
It was finally time to leave. I opened the door only to realize it was pouring rain. Normally, I walked to the bus stop, but I had my rented laptop with me today so I could finish the homework I didn’t get to last night…and I couldn’t afford to ruin it.
Deciding I had to wait it out since I couldn’t afford a cab, I sat on a chair by the door and stared at my phone.
The stranger had sent a few texts since I’d last looked. Random tidbits about his day…like we really were friends.
It's raining, I inanely texted.
That it is, he immediately answered back, as if he'd been waiting for my text since the moment I’d stopped. Did that mean he also lived in Dallas? Oh, I guess his area code was 817, I hadn’t noticed that last night…which meant that he could be somewhere in the city right now. Something that faintly resembled butterflies, stirred around in my chest at that thought.
I read through more of the texts he'd sent since I’d been working. There were a couple of pretty funny memes. But still, no picture. I decided to let it go for now.
I usually walk to the bus, so I'm waiting it out.
Unknown: What for?
My bank account’s not a fan of cabs. LOL.
There was a long silence.
Unknown: Want me to get you one?
I scoffed.
