this morning #959.

this morning, this abercrombie-looking dude leaned up against the opposite wall, staring across the station at me. his gaze went straight to my legs. he didn’t even try to hide it. it was as if he believed that, by letting me know that he knew that i knew, he was the one in control of the situation. he was sadly mistaken. i stuck out a leg to egg him on. he gave me a head nod like i was one of his buddies across the bar. at that point, i mouthed a “hey” to him. he mouthed something back but i turned away. i kept on playing with him for a minute more, just enough time for my friend to sneak up behind him, put a tracker in his bag & walk away. i blew him a kiss & walked away too. he’d see us real soon.