Ride to Work

He's young like me, 22, new interns in a big enterprise along with a group of 7 others. Between all of them he was the invisible one, and m,e I'm the Latina one that all of my colleagues desire. I have to say that at first I couldn't see him behind those scratched glasses, but when he offered me a ride in that old white Jeep all I could think of was being touched by him in the back of that car. That curly hair with the messy look, and those freaking glasses, it all looked so sexy in that rusty car. He is my fantasy and I know that hour that we spend together in the car everyday gives him chills too. I look at him and imagine us stopping on the side of the road and having each other right there, to the sound of his John Mayer records.