I met her in the electronics section of Target. She was working and I was there to pick up a phone charger. It was the middle of a hot summer day. The kind of day where you can feel your clothes melting into your skin and the brightness of the Sun has a weight that presses down on the back of your neck and shoulders. When the automatic doors split open the air-conditioned atmosphere inside rushed out against me. I let out a moan and shivered as I stepped inside and snaked my way around the other customers to the back of the store.
When I first saw her she was squatting in the aisle, arranging some items on the bottom shelf. Her bright copper hair was like a handful of shiny new pennies and it draped down over her shoulders. Her hair parted slightly and I caught glimpses of her skin, pale and thin, the veins in her neck showing through like ink written on the other side of fine stationery paper. I closed my eyes and thought of her naked. I dreamed of how she would feel in my hands, like a cool glass of milk, wet against my lips and sweet as I drank her completely.