They didn't call me but I went back. I mean, I had to. I just had to stand there and wait for him. It has been two days since I applied to that restaurant and I really don't care if they call me and hire me. I just want to see him again.
Yes, the him is Mr. Black.
I can't stop thinking about him. I can't stop picturing him. The limo. The way the driver respected and feared him. How he walked. His face looked like chiseled stone, I swear on it.
Wow, what would I give to touch his face?
This has to be pathetic, right? Worrying so much about a man that really means nothing. But I can't help its. It's an addicting right now. It'll go away. I just need to see him. One more time. Maybe... maybe even talk to him.
Can you imagine?
Walking up to him... and saying... "Mr. Black?"
Wow.
Just wow.
Love it. Hungry for more.
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