I remember the first time I had to talk to Ten. There was something wrong with the food for one of my tables and I had to ask him about it. I called him "Ryan", which is def not his name. Wow, way to botch it from the start. I floundered with words, muttered something, then ran. Shit.
For the next two and a half months I avoided eye contact.
At one point, I confided in a guy at work (Let's call him "Dry Storage") that I had a crush on Ten and that I couldn't speak to him. Dry Storage thought this was pretty funny and decided to tell Ten. Shit. I was standing right there and almost died. Seriously, cardiac arrest. I played it like I was cool, but I wasn't. Ten laughed and seemed surprised.
Stupid shyness, stupid Dry Storage, stupid leagues!
I continued not talking or looking at Ten. Okay, that's a lie, I checked him out when he wasn't looking, but I still avoided eye contact. Sometimes I'd need something from the walk in fridge and he'd be there, so I just pretended like he wasn't. Smooth Heidi, smooth.
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