I got a second job working a closing shift at a gas station when I was younger. My first day on the job this guy, Brandon, that I used to have the biggest crush on came in. In high school, I used to roller blade at the skate park and chill with my friends. Brandon was always there. He was several years older than me and had no idea I even existed. I used to watch him and think about all the things I wanted to do with him. He had this very lean, muscular and toned body. Dreamy ass Keanu Reeves eyes. Tattoos. And that slick front curtain hair cut! I was obsessed. Nothing ever came from it until I started working at the gas station.
He came in a couple of times a week, always riding on his skate board. Looking fine as ever too. I wasn’t so easy to miss now, we started flirting a lot. Really heavily. There were a couple of times it was probably even a little inappropriate in front of some of my regulars and coworkers. One night he came in about a half hour before close. We got to talking, the store was empty, things were really comfortable. So I told him about the crush I had on him. He was shocked, he said he kind of remembered me but couldn’t remember from where.