Location is the key...or the culprit,if I may add.
I was located vertically towards the entrance,thus, I felt like the hidden camera. Capturing all who goes in, seeing the back of their necks when they go out. It didn't bother me at all. Because, the only faces I see are sleepy, lazy, bored, anxious and wasted...sometimes, pasty smiled people. Yes,I forgot the eager beavers. At the end of the week,turns into tired slots.
One time, I looked up and he looked down. Nothing unusual people, basic human nature. Besides, it's rude to stare and gawk. Next interval, day and weeks, usual routine. I looked up,from my erlangs and sheet, and he looks down, tripping almost, on some dude's dirty chucks. It always happens, even if it was another person, I had to look up for some reason, maybe it's my 30 second-attention span running low...or it was just a reflex.
Anyway, instances wherein I accidentally look up and he doesn't look down that much anymore, started to build up. I may be branded as a very assuming and arrogant person,so I decided to follow Mariah Carey's advice, "Shake it off," and that worked. Bandaid resolution,if I may say so.
Because something became a habit. And that is the location's fault.
I began waiting. He started swerving faster than the usual. It was a very harmless waiting game. Until one night (because we are nocturnal employees!), I had to talk to him, purely business.
And everything was executed,in a purely business way, no smiles, no eye contact no butterflies..
That's when I thought,mind will always be over matter. So right now, that's what I am doing.
Retrospect...he began looking at me longer than the usual now. Maybe I have a booger or something...that's a valid reason.
Let's not try blaming the location.
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