I was out the other day and hopped in my car to get the AC running and thinking about where I was going to go next. Anyways, this white car pulled up across the way and at first I thought nothing of it. Well, the person inside was looking around the parking lot (like they were up to no good), then opened the door and a leg wearing heels touched down on the pavement for a sec, and then quickly went in and closed the door again.
For some reason, I just sat there observing. It seemed familiar to me. Anyhow, a few more times, same thing happened. Then about the 6th time… there were two feet. Then back in, looking around.
After about 30 minutes of this (yeah, I stayed there watching)… she opened the car door, looked around the parking lot to see if anyone was watching, and very quickly stood up, using the door as a “shield” of sorts. A few times of that, and she got out of the car, closed the door, and leaned up against the car until she saw another car entering the parking lot and she quickly got back in her car.
Honestly, I was watching, with a smile on my face, the familiarity of my own feelings, rooting her on each time. When she got out fully and closed the door behind her that last time, even briefly… I was saying to myself… “there ya go girl. I’m so proud of you”.
I left after that.
Recent Comments