The woman at the counter doesn’t look up at me until I’m standing right in front of her. When she does, her eyes nearly bug out of her head. “Whoa!” she gasps. Her cheeks go bright pink, but it’s not nearly as endearing as it is when Alyssa blushes. “Y-you’re tall.”
She’s in her early thirties or so. Curly blonde hair, deep green eyes. A few weeks ago, I would have flirted, asked for her name, perhaps invited her to dinner. But right now, I have no desire to do any of those things.
I tell myself it’s because I have a pill to purchase and I’ve already left it too late.
I tell myself it has nothing to do with Alyssa.
She scrambles to the back wall and hikes up a little stepladder to grab me a Plan B box. My eyes pass over her ass. She’s fit and attractive. And yet… I feel nothing.
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