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[a_little_wisp]

Check-Out.

"I'll take you over here."
Barely sparing her a glance I walked over
To the newly opened register.
Being bisexual isn't always a thing
About image,
Just to let you know.
Sometimes,
The girl is just that
hott.
"I have a lot of ones-
I waitress."
"Oh, I know the feeling."
I glance up now-
Pretty face,
Wild hair,
Dark eyeliner.
Aw, fuck.
"Ever get mistaken for a stripper?"
"I put'm straight before they can guess."
"I don't mind counting.
I'm bored."
So let's talk.
About leopard print underwear
And strippers
And sex-
And your typos
As you try to ring up
That cute pair of heels
That were on sale
With the messed up
Barcode.
"Oh damn, I spelt 'heels' wrong."
"Yeah. 'Hells.' It's too late.
They're cursed now."
You laugh, and your fingers
Stumble,
And I grin, and play with rings.
Had I known before that we'd take this long
Laughing over stupid things,
It would have been even more of a reason
To get the one with the mussed up numbers-
And I would have gotten the shirt
With the missing tag.
Oh, sigh.
Here's what I would say
If I knew we flirting,
And not just being
Girls:
"I'll take you over here.
And over there.
And if you'd prefer to be discreet,
In the dressing room,
Against the mirror -"
Oh what would mother say,
I think,
And take my bag,
And belongings.
"Have a good one, babe."
"You too. Don't get too bored now."
You laugh.

I walk out,
And it's not before I'm sitting,
That I realize

It was just too convenient
That you would be the one
To be checking me out
While I checked
You out.