@trustissucdā
heās come to appreciate it, a sense of routine. outwardly blames his three years spent in central east correctional for conditioning him to wake up, work out, eat, work, eat again, shoot dice, go to sleep and repeat--but really itās something heās always strived for, always craved. he enjoys the steadiness of his life now, the way he feels like he knows whatās going to happen next. vince has long stifled a desire for constant action. feels like heās had enough for a lifetime. and though his new stoic, workaholic, semi-homebody persona has pacified him, itās left much to be desired in his dating life.
until tonight, that is.
his client rachel, who happens to be in her sixth year of college and always wears too much lipgloss, came in for her oil change talking his ear off about how she knew a girl that, that knew a girl, that heād beĀ ātoo cuteā with. and she wouldnāt stop calling him until he finally agreed to go. so itās reluctantly that he pulls into the parking lot of the address she sent for their blind date, double annoyed by the shrill ringtone that heās just too lazy to change. itās her again.Ā
āyeah, iām hereā he mumbles into the receiver. sheās giddy and squealing on the other end and heās just trying to remind herself of how good she tips. itās a roller skating rink, which is the icing on the cake. not entirely his style but heās here already, paying five bucks to get in. āalright. rachel but she better be fine--ā are his final words before he clicks ā end call ā , sighing as he plants himself on a seat near the entrance.
