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ask with a frown.
    “Something with my stomach,” Michelle answers, pulling an
unhappy face.
    “Oh not good, that sucks,” I reply, “Hope you feel better.” Suddenly
a thought occurs to me and my belly tightens, what if Michelle wants to leave
early tonight, leaving me alone in the booth? I don’t even want to think about
being trapped in this tiny cage alone on a busy night. It happened once before
and had not been pleasant. I had just barely kept myself from literally going
crazy for the hour and a half I had been alone. It’s nerve-wracking because the
booth is locked and you can’t leave without someone to take over and watch the
counter if you need to go to the bathroom or take a break.
    I shake my head trying to dispel my fears and look around,
already there’s a lot to do. Michelle is helping customers in her line which is
getting longer by the moment and there are several cashier tills to count,
refill, and put back into the large safe against one wall. The cashed checks
are also overflowing and need to be added on an adding machine, and the 20’s
and large bills are spilling over in our cash drawer and need to be banded
together into larger amounts and dumped in the safe. Shit, best to get started
and try to get my mind off going crazy. I move my Next Window sign, motioning
to a customer in line that I can help them.
    A little later, during a lull in the line of customers, I’m
focused on counting cashier tills. As I pull out the checks to begin adding the
totals on my adding machine, I just happen to look up and catch sight of a guy
making his way to my window. Here I go again, damn nerves. I steady myself,
pretending to look down at the cash drawer I’m supposed to be counting, but
secretly looking up under my eye lashes as he approaches.
    When he’s close enough and I get a better view, I hope he
isn’t just here to shop because he looks damn fine. I study him discretely, my
heart tripping along a bit faster. He’s tall, maybe a little over 6 feet, with
dark brown hair, just long enough to see that it curls, but still short. Broad
shoulders, broad chest, nicely defined pecs even through the shirt, and biceps
that bulge just a little out of the sleeves. He’s wearing darkish jeans that
are more fitted than baggy and his t-shirt is dark blue with the words “New
York Bird Society, Support the Swallow” in bright white lettering and an image
of a bird etched in white against the dark background.
    I suppress a smirk at this shirt. Very interesting,
someone’s got a raunchy sense of humor. My kind of guy . Just when I
think he might turn to start shopping, he doesn’t; but saunters up to the
booth, pulling his wallet from his back pocket.
    Now that he’s closer I can see that he has olive colored
skin, dark brows that are nicely shaped, soft hazel eyes, and lips that are
full, but masculine. He’s here now, at my window and I look up shyly, always
nervous around good looking guys. I can tell he’s definitely a bit older than
me, more of a man than the guys I was in high school with just a few short
months ago.
    He smiles dazzlingly, revealing perfect teeth, straight and
white against the dark stubble that covers his chin. He is really really good
looking, rugged and rough, oozing masculine sex appeal. Definitely my kind of
guy, cause I love everything about how he looks. But I smile back shyly, trying
not to actually appear shy even though inside I’m quivering with giddy nerves. Silly
skank!
    “Hi, can you cash this for me?” he asks, holding up a check
that features his scrawled signature on the back, but that’s not what catches
my notice. It’s his large hands which are stained black in the crevices of his
palms with half-moons of something dark under the edges of each of his short
fingernails. Shit those are sexy hands . I take the check from him, my
eyes reluctantly but also gratefully leaving his beautiful face to study it. It’s
from his job, some kind of mechanic business which