I don’t need this much caffeine.
No one does.
Don’t get me wrong, I like coffee. A lot. But I don’t need to walk across the street to McDonalds 5 times a day to get it.
I do need to walk across the street to McDonalds to see you though.
You work the night shift, which is perfect for my sleep schedule. I wake up around one o’clock and you must be just getting to work. Because you’ve been there almost every day so far.
I look for you when I walk in there. We may be wearing masks but I can make out your figure as soon as I walk in the door.
Goddamn are those work pants tight on you.
Forget the caffeine – that’s the shot of energy that I need to wake me up. One look at your thick ass in those pants and I am perked up.
I know you know I look. Some times we lock eyes. Sometimes you look away. Sometimes we just look at each other.
I can see you getting caught up in it. You forget that you’re supposed to be bagging orders for a second. Are you imagining what it would be like? Are you wondering what I’m thinking?