A bit of time has passed. I know very little about my mystery man. He absorbs himself in music until class begins and then I am too shy to try to initiate anything else. I do steal the occasional glance, and I have caught his eye a couple of the times. It's harmless really. I just like knowing he will be in class. It's that little perk in my day.
Other than Mr. III, guys have been slipping by. None have sent me pinging. So, I guess I will just have to wait and see this through. In the meantime, I keep up with the dailies. School, one job and then the other. It's a steady routine without any real kinks. That is... until today.
I head out of Hibbard, as usual, heading down Stein to snake the back way to The Boys and Girls Club. The walk is short enough and the weather is still pretty crisp.
When I first see the truck, I think nothing of it. I am used to seeing semis parked in strange locations. Too often they need directions. In fact, when the driver motions me over, that is the first and only thought that pops into my head. I suppose I should be less trusting, but I moved closer, only a bit hesitant. I was within feet of the truck when the driver leaned over and told me he thought I was a beautiful woman, that his name was Jerome and that he wanted my number.
Ha.
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