It’s still my first week-ish at my brand new job and;
I’m sitting in the booth on my phone because we aren’t very busy.
The song changes and with an inaudible sigh I finally decide to
go out and see if there’s anyone to talk to so-
Grabbing my water and heading towards the back of the club I walk slow while taking in my surroundings.
Looking to the left-
I play with the straw in my water and keep walking only to stop when I see a couple of guys standing a few feet away.
They’re both tall with dark hair;
Both in jerseys and wearing a hat.
One of them smiles at me;
And after contemplating for a little longer than necessary I decide
to talk to them.
I start with the one on the left and grab his hat;
Putting it on my head and giggling until he finally takes it back.
I try to do the same with his friend but he catches me and laughing he says:
“No no no. I don’t let other people wear my hat.”
And that’s the story of how I met the man who touched me without even using his hands.