Closing time
Closing time... or not. *NOTE: THIS IS AN ENTIRELY FICTIONAL PIECE!*
It was my birthday and I was all ready to leave. I have worked a double waitressing today and was tired. I turned to leave and was suprised to see Jake, our cook, standing there. I had liked Jake since I met him a few years ago. He is now24 years old with muscular arms that I have dreamt would one day hold me. "Sorry sammy, I forgot my keys" he said moving closer to me. He almost touched me before turning hi hand as if it...