There was a time where Ann was just Game Store Girl. She worked behind the counter, her post-emo phase brown hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, the bangs hanging over her deep brown eyes, smiling and greeting customers as they walked in.
She was just barely shorter than me, slender and tan. She wore loose shirts with low neckline, accenting her clevage. Between those eyes and that clevage, I don’t know which I’d get lost in first.
She always chatted and flirted with me like an old friend. Eventually I found out she was in school with me, though three years behind. Now in my mid 20s, I was wondering how I could miss such a beauty.
One day at work, I started just messaging her shitty jokes I was pulling up online. That led to us conversing on a deeper level as the day went. I found out she had recently left a really shitty longterm relationship. To me that came across as wanting to have fun, so I became more blatant with my flirting and comments. She took them rather well. Then one day, she asked me my favorite color.
I said orange.