“Here you go,” he handed me some more grapes. I popped each one into my mouth S he watched me. “Thanks,” I replied. “I wanted to ask you out.” I nodded, smirking. “Right now?” He asked. “Well there’s no point in asking though is there?” His cheeks flushed, and we were in the back freezer. He smiled, but we didn’t kiss. I rested my head on his shoulder, my whispers were so quiet that not even the angels that sat upon my shoulders heard me. “I don’t do relationships in professional circumstances.” I told him about Ted, mg best friend. “It’s okay, I’m here for you.”
“Thanks.”
Again it’s not really poetry. This is just some writing I needed to write. I saw it his scenario in my dream and wrote about it as quickly as I could before it would disappear from my brain.