You arrive early with the hand-tossed medium, checking your makeup in the mirror before stepping out of the car. A self-assured smile crosses your lips as you enjoy the image looking back at you. A moment later, holding the heat saving bag, you ring the bell.
He opens the door, fishing in his wallet for something. ...Dark hair, broad shoulders.
Holding the pizza seductively in your right hand, you stare into his blue eyes as you accept his credit card.
He wants something... you can sense it.
There's an old movie playing on the television set that’s just inside the door. You comment on the acting and start to talk about similar movies you like. He smiles, laughs at your jokes, and talks back in a deep voice. It’s almost like you’ve made a connection, found a kindred spirit who shares your tastes and sense of humor. Who could have ever imagined that this could happen to a regular girl like you who’s just trying to make some extra money with a part-time job?
He's still staring at you.
…Staring intently.
There's a moment - a pause filled with …something. Perhaps a spark?
Your mind runs through a million different possibilities that will all come true if he would only say the words to break the ice... if he would just part those lips and invite you inside.
He looks you over slowly -- from the bottom of your rubber-soled work shoes to the top of the hat that's holding back your ponytail of long brown hair. Then he wets his lips, as if preparing to say something. You shift in your stance, excited and yet ...terrified by the waiting, the endless, horrible waiting....
Finally, he speaks:
"Are you going to, you know -- let me
have my pizza, anytime... soon?"
He opens the door, fishing in his wallet for something. ...Dark hair, broad shoulders.
Holding the pizza seductively in your right hand, you stare into his blue eyes as you accept his credit card.
He wants something... you can sense it.
There's an old movie playing on the television set that’s just inside the door. You comment on the acting and start to talk about similar movies you like. He smiles, laughs at your jokes, and talks back in a deep voice. It’s almost like you’ve made a connection, found a kindred spirit who shares your tastes and sense of humor. Who could have ever imagined that this could happen to a regular girl like you who’s just trying to make some extra money with a part-time job?
He's still staring at you.
…Staring intently.
There's a moment - a pause filled with …something. Perhaps a spark?
Your mind runs through a million different possibilities that will all come true if he would only say the words to break the ice... if he would just part those lips and invite you inside.
He looks you over slowly -- from the bottom of your rubber-soled work shoes to the top of the hat that's holding back your ponytail of long brown hair. Then he wets his lips, as if preparing to say something. You shift in your stance, excited and yet ...terrified by the waiting, the endless, horrible waiting....
Finally, he speaks:
"Are you going to, you know -- let me
have my pizza, anytime... soon?"