I was at work.
He asked me if we had decaf. I said no.
He asked me if we had tea. I said, that we do!
He said, you close at 10? I said, yep.
He said, I'll be back later! I said, ok.
He came back the old guy.
A tall, good looking clean cut man, his hair all gray, the years having caught up to him
but still leaving him handsome and gallant. His heavy accent made it hard for me
to understand everything he said, especially
the answers to the questions I asked.
He worried about me working alone, not making it about me but any employee.
He asked me to warm up his lunch in the microwave, then asked me for a tea,
I gave it to him, I didn't know what to charge him on the cash.
I was at work, obviously busy since I had 20 mins before close.
Yet, he seemed to want to talk with me.
Honestly I was wondering what he was up to. So, I kinda wanted to chat too.
I was suspicious of him. The old man was so darn cute.
You know, the grandfatherly type. I could feel "family" off of him and it intrigued me;
that I was warming up his dinner in my microwave at work.
His wife, I thought, had made him the rice.
I kinda got the drift he was doing some security work.
Yet his uniform wore no form of badge.
I saw him in his car, lights on,
guarding the store down the strip
seeing me leave and waving to me,
lovingly, as I drove away, on my way home.
I haven't seen him again.
I haven't seen anyone "guarding" the store down the strip.
I've asked the manager and the local public security if they knew anything
about a security guard.
Neither did.
