I’ve seen him lose the tough exterior before. I know he can do it. The hard part is getting him alone, away from prying eyes. I need to somehow catch him while he’s in his comfort zone. Which is how I come up with a brilliant—or not-so-brilliant—plan of taking his car keys from his bag in the locker room, unlocking his car, returning the keys, and then going back after my shift to slip into his back seat.
LMAAAAOOOO GIRL WHAT THE FUCK
