Freckles

A year ago the barista at a book store cafe asked me if I'd ever been teased as a kid for having freckles. I realize it was maybe polite talk but it seemed like such a genuine question. Not to mention I think he was checking me out. He's got the punk esthetic I wish I could pull off. That real "looks like a tough guy but wears his heart on his sleeve." I wish he had slipped me his number when he walked out from behind the counter to give me my mocha latte. I think what made him not do that was my boyfriend standing near by waiting for my order as well. Not that either of us would mind. Needless to say I now have fantasies of being sandwiched between that twink punk daydream and a twink bookworm. Guess a girl can dream.