She is a work of art. My mind spins on sight.

I haven’t said much, only pleasantries and causal conservation. But yet to say it, I need to tell, Drop my manifest. “A Man’s got to do it anyway. 

I look in the mirror, double-check, I look slick. I check my backpack, and yeah, everything is there.

Hurriedly, I head out yet again another day to hustle. Blessings, I pray.

An hour later, I arrive at work. As usual, my supervisor is already there. This man!

Standing at the reception, they hold a conversation with her. Mine!

Ok, not yet mine. In the meantime, we are not a thing, but we will soon. If the boss has any thoughts, he better find another.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“Oh, Good morning, Alfred.” He replies,

“How are you?” “I am fine, Sir.”My response. “Early again today! That’s good,” he remarks.

I smile while I flame from within. Just once last month, I arrived late, and the gentleman seems to throw it at me every time he gets a chance.

©Joeln