Somehow, he keeps slicing off little pieces of me without even trying. Parts I usually do my best to keep hidden, I find myself freely giving him, and I don’t entirely know why. But I still feel far more self-conscious than I have in a very long time as he gapes at me, and I don’t fucking like it. Maybe because I’m waiting for him to judge me or crack some kind of joke about me giving him his money back for all the nickels he just exchanged.
