THE GIFT THAT SAYS SO MUCH
I'm restocking soda and stifling a yawn when not long afterwards, another guy walks in; not quite as tall as the other one, but just as smokin' hot, even with a bruised and swollen cheek.
He knows exactly what he wants; I watch as he grabs a can of shaving foam and a couple of those men's magazines
Hands them to me without a hint of embarrassment.
The smile he shoots me, it's complicated.
I don't know what it is.
I wish him Merry Christmas anyway.
The smile wavers as he rushes out of the store.