"I wanted to know about my account." I asked simply. Andy acted as if he hadn't heard. A coy look perhaps? Maybe it was too much to ask for.
Andy was cute after all. And I had dressed for work but i looked hot enough to fuck.
"One moment." A manicured finger directed me to wait.
Gay points: 13 for manicured nails.
I waited, glanced towards the magazine rack, then back again. The widescreen tv placed against the wall tried to sell me perfume. I bounced my feet against the marble and felt my shoes scuff against something. I looked down and when i couldn't find anything, I saw Andy's face looking at me expectantly.
"Oh! Sorry!" I almost shouted. Realizing how i'd failed to make a nice impression, I dipped my head into my bag and rummaged for my wallet, and a new attack plan. Andy's head twisted and bent over slightly, and my eyes flickered over his for several moments before i brought my wallet up.
"Here's my card."
Of course its your fucking card. Fucker.
My thoughts pleaded for directness. But I couldn't think of anything to say when my mouth moved. My face screwed up and Andy smiled, and tapped the computer diligently. Our fingers had momentarily caressed and it made my spine tingle. Andy's face was kissable in the morning, i could tell. It had a special glow and i wanted to see his smile on my pillow.
"Hold on." Andy told me. I nodded.
What does your body look like in my pajamas...
I tried to keep my thoughts to myself, but Andy's eyes had caught my thoughts and put them in a cage somewhere away from me and i couldn't think without them.
Stop being a drone and ask!
"What if.." I realized i'd said it out loud. At this instant, I wanted to melt into the floor. I wanted my body to mold and fall away and all that was left was my scuffed shoes.
"Excuse me?" Andy's look was amused, almost playful.
"Sorry. I didn't mean, I was talking in my--" I struggled, but the damage was done.
I shifted my weight, as if leaning to the right would change my attitude. Andy seemed to have dropped what he was doing with my card. I noticed his arms had folded, something Andy never did. After all, I'd been coming in for several months and it had all been business up until this.
Gonna kick you out. That's a security guard over there and he's coming to escort you out.
"Night Larry." Andy said half-casually. I kept his gaze the entire time.
"Night Andy. Have a good weekend." the guard shuffled out through the glass doors, leaving tiny fingerprints on the surface. Fossils of a tired old man who couldn't wait to get home and turn on the tube.
"Same." Andy's smile was delicous, and there was no mistaking its coyness.
"Well, you're busy so I wanted to know about my balance..." I started, but Andy's soft, cool voice interupted mine.
"Your account?" He looked at me, regarding me with a serious yet almost half smile.
"Yea, I can see you're closing." I pointed around.
Truth was, I'd waited there all day to talk to Andy. I'd read every magazine, and watched a whole episode of Three's Company. I went to get lunch once, and when someone would ask me if needed assistance, I told them I had an appointment with Maggie.
Maggie my accountant, was sick with the flu. And had called to tell me to reschedule. So I figured it was fate.
"I'm not that busy." Andy leaned in, confidantly.
Very smooth. Keep this going.
"So, there's something you wanna ask?"
My eyes darted away, and i found my fingers were stabbing my phone with persistant chaos.
"I wanted to know my balance." I said, and this was truly bland. I'd rehearsed it all day.
"Sure." Andy laughed and clicked my name onto his monitor.
"Awesome." I said.