Harmony

"Hey Harmony," a soft voice cut through your brain to register that there was a man standing in front of you. He was barely your height, clean shaven on the face and long shaggy blonde hair. He wasn't really your type, but he was quite nonetheless.

"Hey, what's up Jake?" You ask, trying to keep your eyes from looking over the top of him to your real target beyond.

"I was wondering if you were busy on Friday night."

Are you ever busy? Not really. Did you want to spend time, particularly time that was likely to be a date, with Jake? Not really, either.

You want to let him down nicely, but you also just want to come out there with the truth. "I'm not really interested, Jake."

He nods, says no more, and walks away. Your eyes try to go back and find the hot stud across the room, but your slits instantly narrow when you see the blonde woman who is all over him. Well, not really all over him, but she is about as close as she can be and looks as if she wants to devour him. Brittany. She's a good five years younger than you and quite likely better looking than you. You know she's been around, and you know there's little chance he'd ever choose you over her.

You catch a glimpse of the low-cut top and rather short skirt, at least for church, that Brittany is wearing. You catch Asher's eyes glance down at her boobs at least twice since you saw them.

Sighing to yourself, you head outside. Though it was always a long shot, it feels like even more of a long shot at this point.

As you sit on your couch that night before it's time for bed, your thoughts start to drift toward Asher.