^v^v ~ Jak ~ ^v^v
How do I get myself into these situations.
I don't know how much longer I can take this smell. Unwashed sweat mixed with spilled beer and cigarette smoke were only amplified by the heat of the truck cabin. "The AC is down" the fat truck driver said when they first got in. God I should have rode in the back with all my merchandise as soon as I heard those words.
Beer and rye, meats and cheese, fresh linen, plates and other assorted things. All brand new, ready to be used at the Two Moon Tavern.Getting to the shopping district was easy enough. Sadly, I never considered how to get it all home. Ha! I guess I was "lucky" this fat slob was lying about, out of work and out of money. Now here I sit, wallowing in an air of filth, counting seconds until I make it back.
I honestly can't believe everything that has happened today. 24 hours ago I was happily hammering away at roof tiles. Now, I'm stocking a tavern that already has costumers!
I guess though, whenever I think of the costumers, I can't help but think about her.
I know I shouldn't; the blood rushing to my face does little to help the unbearable heat. Yet regardless of how hard I try, I can't get the image of that smile, and those eyes out of my mind. It haunts me like a ghost, always present but just as intangible. How could I ever have those eyes see me for what I am, and not a simple young boy trying to be a man...
The sweltering heat was becoming unbearable now. I have to shake these thoughts out of my head! Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts...
^v^v ~ Two Moon Tavern ~ ^v^v