Tell Me a Lie

by Brianna Flores

Cute isn’t an adjective that I use a lot, but I look at him, and I swear I just want to barrel into him, sweep him into my arms, and fucking squeeze. Cute aggression is real, and it’s maddening.

He’s adorable. The clients are all idiots. I can’t imagine coming face to face with someone so beautiful and perfect and thinking anything other than just that. Perfect.

He gives me a tiny smile, so fucking sadly sweet that I instantly know there’s no hope for me. I am obsessed with him, and there’s no way that’s changing anytime soon.

I just want someone to want me. To want to keep me. To be sad when I disappear, not relieved.