There is a nice little 8 that takes her smoke break from the cafe nearby right next to our back door.
I think I’ll go talk to her tomorrow. The other day, as I was pulling in, I notice her noticing me. I keep staring, because girls are only creeped out by unwanted stares. With a touch of intensity. She looks away, then back, periodically. Then she looks straight in my eyes, and lifts her arms up in some pose, her tiny tank top lifting well above her breast. I can almost see her blush. She is talking on the phone the whole time.
Women are sexy.