FancyPants2321
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Kailie leans against a wall and fiddles with her cellphone. She is wearing a red tube-dress and converses and has nobody she wants to talk to. A man, older than she, walks up and leans against the wall next to her. She’s noticed that when you lean against walls, people tend to think you’re a smoker.
“Got a light?” The man asks. Kailie does, only because she enjoys walls and not because she enjoys smoking. She hands the man a lighter, she doesn’t say anything but she smiles.
“Thanks.”
Kailie looks back at her cell phone, presses some buttons, accidentally connects to the internet, internally freaks out because she doesn’t have a data plan, and shuts the phone. She sighs and looks out at the parking lot in front of her, leaning back further against the wall. A man in a red car is inspecting his bumper, a mother is try to get a four year old into a car seat. The man next to her has successfully lit his cigarette and is in the conversing mood, she can tell.
“Here’s your lighter.”
Kailie takes it from him, and sticks it along with her cellphone in her purse.
“Cool purse.” He says. Her purse is pink and has fluffy white bunnies all over it. SMILE is written in glittery white letters. It is not a cool purse. Kailie smiles. It’s not that Kailie doesn’t want to talk to the man, he comes into where she works often and he seems nice enough. She just wants him to try a little harder.
“How’s work?”
She rolls her eyes to look at him and shrugs, at this point sort of enjoying not speaking.
“Yeah, I guess it’s work… I’m on my way there now. You still waiting tables six through eleven?”
Kailie was, and was also a little unnerved that he knew that. She nodded.
“Yep.” Even though he still hadn’t strayed from mindless small talk, she figured that one deserved an answer. He was a third of the way done with his cigarette, and mostly using it like an incense stick, not a nicotine delivery device.
“That’s good. You guys’ enchiladas are the best.”
“Got a light?” The man asks. Kailie does, only because she enjoys walls and not because she enjoys smoking. She hands the man a lighter, she doesn’t say anything but she smiles.
“Thanks.”
Kailie looks back at her cell phone, presses some buttons, accidentally connects to the internet, internally freaks out because she doesn’t have a data plan, and shuts the phone. She sighs and looks out at the parking lot in front of her, leaning back further against the wall. A man in a red car is inspecting his bumper, a mother is try to get a four year old into a car seat. The man next to her has successfully lit his cigarette and is in the conversing mood, she can tell.
“Here’s your lighter.”
Kailie takes it from him, and sticks it along with her cellphone in her purse.
“Cool purse.” He says. Her purse is pink and has fluffy white bunnies all over it. SMILE is written in glittery white letters. It is not a cool purse. Kailie smiles. It’s not that Kailie doesn’t want to talk to the man, he comes into where she works often and he seems nice enough. She just wants him to try a little harder.
“How’s work?”
She rolls her eyes to look at him and shrugs, at this point sort of enjoying not speaking.
“Yeah, I guess it’s work… I’m on my way there now. You still waiting tables six through eleven?”
Kailie was, and was also a little unnerved that he knew that. She nodded.
“Yep.” Even though he still hadn’t strayed from mindless small talk, she figured that one deserved an answer. He was a third of the way done with his cigarette, and mostly using it like an incense stick, not a nicotine delivery device.
“That’s good. You guys’ enchiladas are the best.”