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The Dick

Day 1

Why didI come into this fucking diner? I’d never decided to eat here before. My gut told me to stay away from this place. It was too bright, and the staff smiled too frequently. I mean, come on. No one was happy that often. It wasn’t natural. Why I didn’t listen to my instincts was beyond me. I blamed it on the massive amount of whiskey I drank last night. It was a temporary error in judgment, in which I didn’t plan to repeat. Ever.

Her name was Eris. I should have been nice, but I wasn’t. I was a dick. I interrupted her because I didn’t deserve how nice she was being to me.

When she walked away from the shithead’s table and I figured she was coming to mine, I quickly looked out the window. I didn’t want her to see me as I awaited her reaction, and I most definitely hoped she didn’t witness me stand up, on the brink of beating the shit out of the guy who grabbed her. I wouldn’t have hesitated to do so, but the cook got to him first, so I tucked myself back into the booth.

I shouldn’t have smiled, but I couldn’t help myself. I tried gritting my teeth, but felt like I resembled a bulldog and quit before anyone could notice. I was too distracted to order anything, so I pointed my stupid finger to a random place on the menu. I closed my eyelids because she’s beautiful, and I hummed the same tune I always did in an attempt to get my mind on anything other than her. Maybe in a different life I could have fulfilled the wishful longing that poured out from her eyes, but not this one. In this one, I was an asshole, so I announced what I foolishly pointed to and she repeated it over the faint jazz music floating around the diner.

I debated on telling her I hated blueberries, but she just left. I would have, too. I didn’t blame her for being the smart one out of the two of us. At least one of us had the ability to make rational decisions. Rationality bolted from me the moment I saw her.

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