Maybe it was wishful thinking? You are almost a half an hour earlier then before. hqporner “Sorry about that” I quickly responded. I could see the sweat dripping along your face, your shirt soaked in patches, your legs long and lean. Maybe I was fishing, wanting to put thoughts in your head. Then I pause and quickly adjust my robe. My fingers running up and down the fabric, even slightly pulling it away from my skin. We exchanged hellos and you continued on your way. I feel an anxious anticipation building inside of me. I raise my hand slightly to wave and I see you nod. I watched for you, but you didn’t show. Was I being rejected by someone I barely know?
