It’s Me

Driving. I love it. The peace and quiet of it. I can gather my thoughts from the day job and recollect on what I've done. Not that there's much to remember on working at a pharmacy. Honestly I know nothing of medicine. Just what the horrid place taught me. It's not all that bad although. I mean of course you have the people that come in and come out of the store once a day. And then you have the occasional young teen trying to buy liquor with their parents credit card. But the peace and quiet out weighs all other circumstances. Well that and it pays the bills. Ever since my girlfriend broke up with me, bless her soul, it's just been me myself and I. I'm not complaining I'm complacent at the mo- *screeeeech*

HOLY SHITTTTT

"What the fuck?!? You almost hit me you dumbass." The girl says

She's beautiful. Blonde hair. She's wearing a hoodie but I can still see strings of hair sticking out. Grey sweatpants that compliment her like steak and wine. Beautiful baby blue eyes. It's like I'm staring into my future. So hypnotic. What's her name? What does she like to do? What's her favorite food? I have to know. I need to know. She needs me and I need her. But first she has to stop yelling at me.

"Ummmm hello? Is anybody home in that tiny head of yours? You almost killed me!"

I step out of my vehicle.

"I am totally sorry about that. I didn't even see you crossing." I said

"Well how about you pay more attention next time so I don't end up roadkill." She replies

"How about I make it up to you, anything you want I'll do it."