Spicy.
Right now, I was supposed to be picking someone up from the airport. Instead, I'm sitting here, typing, listening, drinking, smoking.
. . .
On some excellent advice from a friend, action will be taken on Monday towards the Staring Guy. First, I will try the smile back, then, the "Yes?", and finally, the punch in the face. Let's all pray it doesn't come to violence.
I'm not exactly sure why it's bothering me so much. I guess maybe I don't know if he's looking at me with disgust, or with some kind of fascination.
I'm going to be shallow for a moment, so if you can't deal with it, leave now.
He's actually hot. He would be scorching if he dressed better. Of course, that's a moot point if he's naked.