Girls’ Gaze
Tara pulled me over, and held her phone up. As if to take a selfie, but she took a picture of a man, instead. TW: Dialog heavy. She also held the phone up, instead of sideways to fit us both in, but he didn’t look over. He didn’t even stop bouncing his foot on his knee, and drumming his fingers on the table. “You think he’s hot.” I kept my voice down, since we’re out in public. “Yeah, look at his arm.” “I can’t really see his bicep.” He wasn’t super muscular, so the short sleeve hung loose, and the front of it wasn’t pulled tight over his chest. “I don’t think that’s his best side.” I can’t really imagine him looking right at me, and smiling with his head turned away to the side. …