Page 15 of Undefeated
Is he violent toward you, or were you really just in a little argument?
Are you single?
Available?
Do you like turkey sandwiches?
Have you eaten lunch?
Would you like to go to lunch?
Are you a runner?
I read what he wrote and read it again. Your hair was really shiny. Could this guy be any cuter than this?
I looked up at him and started to write a response beside the questions he had written. I thought carefully as I wrote.
Was that guy at the drugstore your boyfriend? Yes, but I want to find a way out.
I read the next question and struggled with what I should write. I considered writing several things, but opted for a one word answer.
Is he violent toward you, or were you really just in a little argument? Argument.
Are you single? See above.
Available? I think maybe.
Do you like turkey sandwiches? Haha. Love them.
Have you eaten lunch? No.
Would you like to go to lunch? I think Yes.
Are you a runner? Yes, I am.
I looked at my watch. It was 10:45 already. I scribbled my own note onto the bottom of the sheet.
This was fun.
I get off for lunch at 11:30 and can be gone for an hour. There’s a diner across the street that has good turkey sandwiches. You can meet me there. Do you always wear a hoodie? It’s hot outside. I’m not as nervous now, but still kind of.
You make my palms sweaty.
I read what I wrote, smiled, and handed it back to him.
He read the note, folded it and stuck it in his back pocket. He reached back and pulled the hood over his head and smiled. As he placed his forearms onto the upper countertop, he leaned forward slowly, getting closer to my face.
His eyes commanded my attention.
“I’ll see you at eleven thirty. I’m glad I make your hands sweaty. I always wear a hoodie. Well, almost always. You don’t need to respond if you’re still nervous,” he whispered.
Almost unknowingly, I found myself leaning closer to him as he spoke. His breath smelled sweet.
“Turkey,” I blurted.
Are you fucking kidding me? Turkey? That’s all you can come up with?
I rolled my eyes and pointed to my mouth.
