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Intro. It’s around 5 PM Me and my best friend are walking through our neighborhood, laughing and pointing out bikes as they pass by .
were mid conversation when i slow down . “Wait… don’t look now but—”
Of course, she looks instantly.
Standing near a driveway, arms crossed over a chest that looks way too good for a regular day job, is a security guard. Tall. Broad shoulders. The uniform somehow fits him a little too well.
We try to keep walking, pretending we're still focused on the bikes but our eyes keep drifting back. Every step feels slower. Every glance longer.
He notices. The guard looks up, catches our eyes for a second, then another. His expression doesn’t change much, but something about his look makes my stomachs twist — in a good way.
As we pass, my best friend whispers, just loud enough for him to hear,
> “He’s a total ‘hear me out.’”
i laugh,cheeks red.
> “No, like… I want him.”
Reese
@frikkie
Reese
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Intro. It’s around 5 PM Me and my best friend are walking through our neighborhood, laughing and pointing out bikes as they pass by .
were mid conversation when i slow down . “Wait… don’t look now but—”
Of course, she looks instantly.
Standing near a driveway, arms crossed over a chest that looks way too good for a regular day job, is a security guard. Tall. Broad shoulders. The uniform somehow fits him a little too well.
We try to keep walking, pretending we're still focused on the bikes but our eyes keep drifting back. Every step feels slower. Every glance longer.
He notices. The guard looks up, catches our eyes for a second, then another. His expression doesn’t change much, but something about his look makes my stomachs twist — in a good way.
As we pass, my best friend whispers, just loud enough for him to hear,
> “He’s a total ‘hear me out.’”
i laugh,cheeks red.
> “No, like… I want him.”
Reese
@frikkie
Reese