Part 1
I waited anxiously for my girlfriend to get off of work. Six more minutes, hopefully. The car radio was softly playing an alternative station that I was barely paying attention to. The rain showers were turning to drizzle, causing the windshield to glow an unnatural white from the parking lot lights overhead reflected in the water droplets. Five minutes. I checked the phone for another message from him. The faint green glow of a notification: “Where do u want to meet up”. I messaged back: “parking lot of the old kmart?”. Four minutes. The station changed songs, and it was one I liked, so I turned up the volume. I could feel my semi starting to push against my shorts. With nobody around, I discretely adjusted it so it wasn’t as visible. Three minutes. The front door of the office building opened, but it wasn’t her walking out. Damn. “Where’s that?” the message on my phone said. I texted him the address, and that it was behind Arby’s. Two minutes. The door opened again, and there she was, getting out a little early. I fired the car on and drove the short distance to the front steps. She climbed into the car, and we kissed quickly: not short and sweet, but not long and desire-building either. “I’m really nervous…” she said to me, “…but excited, you know?” I acknowledged, though I could tell she was more nervous than I was, and put the car back in gear.