Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:35 a.m.
Devlin took the job because they didn’t mind his tattoos. He kept it because of Virginia.
He was the office building handyman. She was the secretary for the physical therapists in suite 303. Every day she’d walk past him, on her way to the bathroom or to grab lunch, her hips swaying beneath her endless supply of floral skirts. She always smiled at him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. One day she stopped to introduce herself, and Devlin almost tripped over his toolbox. Virginia was the most beautiful creature he had ever beheld.
Devlin had been trying to work up the nerve to ask Virginia to Riot Fest for weeks. He had two tickets, and there was going to be a carnival this year. They could ride the Ferris wheel and eat cotton candy. The perfect first date—except for the music. Would a girl like Virginia want to accompany a blue-collar punk rock boy to see Iggy and the Stooges? Had she ever even heard of Iggy Pop? If she wasn’t into the music, all Devlin’s dreams of happiness could shatter. Was he willing to take that risk? Or would it be better to forever love her from afar, pressing his hand against the fingerprints she left on door handles?
Who doesn't enjoy a good love story?
On another note, are any of you George R. R. Martin fans? I just started reading A Game of Thrones yesterday, and I've decided to live tweet my journey into the world of Westeros and Essos. You can laugh at my naivety. It'll be hilarious. Follow me at @dameofthrones. Winter is coming, whatever that means.