Just coffee

“Wait. Fine, just a coffee. For old times sake. But we’re over. This isn’t going to change anything. We. We just don’t work.” You say the words as if reading a script. You feel the heat inside of you but not the context, as if you walked into a movie in the middle. He smiles. You want to kiss him. You shake your head. I don’t want to kiss some guy. Fucking her would have been cool, but this is stupid. The store. “I need to finish closing the store. You can wait for me…”

He interrupts you, “In the office. I know.” His grin is smug. He walks toward the storeroom. His long shorts make his ass look nice.

Closing up is fairly simple, you finish and close the gate leading into the mall. As you walk into the storeroom he is leaning against the desk, with a hand on the chair that is sitting in front of a computer. “Just gotta run the night end, right?” You take a few steps closer, “Heh, I almost did it for you, but I figured you probably changed your password. Or is it still my birthday?” Your eyes widen, he laughs, “You didn’t. Interesting.” He clacks the password in for you and laughs. “Want me to do it for you?”

“No. I’ve got it.” You say, heat rising again. He holds the chair for you. His musky scent sneaks into your nose. Your pussy trembles. I’m not getting wet am I? You sit down. He swivels the chair and leans against it. His shirt brushes the bun you tied in your hair.

He lets go of the chair. “How many times have I told you. Tying your hair like this is bad for it.” His hands take hold of your head.

“Don’t.” You protest.

“Your mom would agree with me.” He says sternly. His deft fingers untie the bun, smoothing out your hair. “There we go. Much better. To be honest I miss that little pixie cut you had when we met.”

The image of you in a black shirt, tiny kilt, boots, and long socks with a mop of platinum blonde hair flashes in your mind, skateboard in hand, talking to a girl, Cindy, as he walks up and asks, “Which anime?” Pointing at the anime girl drawn on your skateboard.

“Long time ago.” You say flatly. Another flash, his face, so close, he tastes like beer. His kiss is strong. He grips you so tight. It fades, you finish your work and clock out. Did I ever clock in? The little sheet that prints says you clocked in at noon, right when you changed. Strange. You stand up, he is standing so close, you will have to push him to get by. He smells so good. His lips are right there.