It was almost quitting time at her dead-end job. Most everyone claimed to be on the road to something better, this place was just a short pit stop. He wasn’t her type. They guy with the long blonde hair in a ponytail and the unexpected brown eyes. He who would play annoying music when the boss left. His latest kick was old hair metal.
They all sat there, eating cake, cake that was meant for the customers. She watched him while he ate. Envious she was, he could eat 2 or 3 pieces of cake and still be skinny. Did he have tattoos under his long sleeves? What was his middle name? She excused her thoughts as just something to break up the monotony of the night.
She thought he was wide open, everything was on the surface, whether it was annoying or interesting or strange. She felt quiet around him, but wanted him to see her, the good and the bad.
She barely noticed him at first. They didn’t always work the same shifts. Slowly something changed. Her empty spaces seem to expand. Something needed to happen, anything at all.
How did she make it happen, in a way that wasn’t socially awkward. She had odd thoughts about letting his hair out of the ponytail, still thinking he wasn’t her type, even though she couldn’t stop thinking of him.
If she revealed herself, there was no turning back. If she was wrong, she couldn’t come back to work. Rejection, could she deal with it?
She finished her cake and continued to day dream about him as she went about the last tasks of her shift.
She put the concert ticket in his jacket pocket, with a note that said “See you Saturday night”. She’d either be a total loser on Saturday or she wouldn’t.