She kissed me. It was my first kiss ever.
While I lay down in the dark it all keeps playing over and over in my head like a record player.
When she was kissing me I forgot that I was working. I pulled away because I am pretty sure there is a rule against kissing-on-the-job. I looked at her with wide eyes, nervous of what she might say. Leah lightly touched her lips with wide eyes too. She also looked nervous and shocked. She blinked her eyes a couple of times and started breathing heavy.
"I-I am so s-sorry." She runs her hands through her hair. I look at her eyes, they looked tired and scared. I lean in to hug her but she gets out from behind the counter and leaves the restaurant.
I am not sure if I like her. I have never really liked someone. I have no idea as to what to do if I do or not. I have no idea about how to figure out if I like her or not.
YOU ARE READING
Leah George
Short StoryI found Leah in the ladies bathroom when she was about to kill herself. Then she told me that I saved her, but I think she saved me instead. [currently in an editing process, not final editing] {cover creds to @soundthealarm }
