I'm foggy, on my way to Lotus for a night shift, and darn it I'm out of smokes.
So I pull in to the Chevron right off Chaparral and the 101.
Head down, I walk towards the automatic doors and they open.
This gal is really pretty. Right in front of me.
I go to robot around her, like I didn't notice her, when
"Hey, have I seen you here before?"
I look behind me, then back at her "Who me?"
"Yes, you silly."
"Uh, I don't... I don't think so?"
She smiles some perfect teeth. She's just shorter than me, long dark hair, some mixture of Italian or Hispanic, I can't tell and I don't care.
"Yeah I remember you! You're cute," she bites her lip a little bit.
I glance around, making sure this isn't a hidden camera show.
"Ah- wow thanks. Yeah I uh, I come by here to uh, get cheap cigarettes sometimes."
My face grimaces at my own words, she giggles an angel's giggle.
"Oh you smoke?"
"What kind?" she leans in.
"Oh me too! What's your name?"
"I know a lot of Andrews, what's your last name, sweetie?"
"I'm Elisa," she smiles and gives me a dainty handshake.
By now she's brought me off to the side, by a stack of sodas. Customers pass us going in and out of the store. Elisa is very close to me now, looking up at me, and she smells good. I see our reflection in the window behind her, I look terrible, further exaggerating how attractive she is.
"So... do you... live around here, Andrew?"
"Down the street, yup."
"Oh cool! But hey, I'm sorry, I know you were probably busy. I didn't mean to stop you," she says, nibbling her lip again. Her lashes seem to get longer with every blink of those big brown eyes.
"Oh yeah, I was on my way to work. It's okay though."
"What if I don't see you again?" she asks. I'm lost in her eyes at this point.
"I hope I don't sound too forward but... you think I can maybe get your phone number?" she asks.
"Sh-Sure!" my mouth says, then it tells her my phone number.
"Great. Thanks," she says flatly, pulling out a small clipboard from behind her.
She jots down everything she just learned about me, seems I'm one sucker of many.
I can't move. I can't believe it. I watch her hand me a coupon for Camels, saying something about something.
My hand takes the coupon, and I stare at it.
She laughs, clearly the victor.
I'm jolted back into life when her phone rings.
"Sup," she answers, her voice is different now, all business. She's looking passed me, as if I'm not there anymore.
"Yeah, I'm at 92 people so far. Cool, yeah, all right. Almost done. Pfft of course. Yeah okay see ya."
She returns to her post in front of the doors, waiting for another easy kill.
I don't even buy cigarettes. I just walk out.