rock,paper,scissors

“so when can i take you out” is an often approach in the line of work that consumes HER time, slight smiles and flirtatious grins SHE passes off cautiously;forgetting as quickly as it began….. followed by a million “you are so beautifull”‘s and light grazes between strangers……pocket full of 10 digit numbers written on napkins in the same inked pen SHE held every night to obtain signatures for totals. Crossed fingers hoping for the middle line to be anything but blank. Frequent trips to the restroom with closed eyes as SHE hits the only button on HER phone…. MAYBE it is;MAYBE there wont; but never does that defer her face walking back into the pack of wolf’s… LAST CALL! seems to b the only melody that makes sence coming from the sounds surrounding all angles! one step in front of another seemed like forever and just like that SHE throws HER hand up to the badge and gun that made sure (if nowhere else) SHE was in HER car safe…. purse in the trunk;keys in the ignition and mind winding down for the CLIMB. all locks;locked… not a sound;not a ring….not a message. Flash of the frequent bathroom trips: MAYBE it is;MAYBE there wont be a txt message asking “when can i take you out” followed by a million “you are so beautifull”‘s or slight smiles and flirtatious grins with no caution…. 16 inked napkins now belonging to sewage and another night thinking about the ONE person not thinking about HER…

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