A girl walks into the store while Tracee and I were working on a project. I greeted her and asked if I could help her find anything. She said no. I left it at that. Eventually the girl bought something and left.
“You’re as bad as Scott!” Scott is a guy known to us who doesn’t hide his leering at women—particularly when they are petite brunettes.
Surprised at the apparent insult, I asked, “What?”
“You were so checking her out.”
Sputtering, “I was not.”
“Oh please…”
The girl was beautiful yes, but I was not over her like Scott would have been. Had it been the Centennial guy… that would have been a different matter. I wouldn’t have been able to speak. I would have drooled all over myself.
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