cherryblossom. daisy & bee blitz!
Jan 9, 2021 4:31:49 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Jan 9, 2021 4:31:49 GMT -5
"Hey, uhm, Daisy?"
My heart is in my throat, sitting on a stool watching Daisy fix my bike chain for the third time in two months. Autumn, but it might as well be the heart of summertime because I'm sweating and dizzy and regretting the sweater and tights I decided to wear today because I thought she might like them.
Everything I do, I hope she might like. Even this. I'd already exhausted all of my mundane questions about oil and gears and chains last time I was here, sitting on my sweaty hands whilst she works. I'm probably distracting her but she never complains, never asks me to keep quiet, never tells me she's trying to concentrate. The bike's almost finished, perfect timing, I know this because I've watched her fix it half a dozen times before. If this all falls apart I can at least get out of here quickly, shove my money on the table and cycle home as fast as I can.
Or wheel it back myself, chain still broken, because I panicked before she could fix it.
"I was wondering, uh," I practised this a dozen times on the way here, another six sitting here waiting. I sway, leg bouncing nervously - maybe I'll faint, come to in my own bed, avoid this whole conversation before it starts.
"Would you want to, uh, check out the ice cream place sometime? I heard they have fun flavours! Ones you can't buy in the shop, uh," I'm fillering now, rambling, maybe if I talk and talk and talk I won't give her a chance to turn me down.
Heart in my throat, maybe I'll throw it up.
Oh god, what if she's lactose intolerant? Is she lactose intolerant?!
"Only if ice cream's your thing! It's kinda getting cold so uh, on second thought, maybe not..."