I was still wearing my pj’s. It was early in the morning. You could see my nipple through a hole in the knit of my sweater. Too sleepy to care, I didn’t change.
You wore a big utility belt over dark jeans. I told you where my outlets and lights had gone out and showed you to the breaker. You were older than me, but also attractive and tall. You looked strong. You were respectful and gentle with my home. When we spoke, even though you hid it well, I could tell you were looking me up and down. You noticed my sweater.
Despite the sweater, and its distraction, you got right to searching for the source of the outage. Two hours passed without much progress. I told you I was sorry it was taking so long to find the problem. I felt guilty taking up so much of your time, but the power was still out. Besides, who could complain with such a sexy handyman wandering around?