I'm standing in front of Enrique's Auto Body, doing deep-breathing exercises to keep from being nervous. Enrique's Camry is nowhere in sight, so I know Alex is alone.
I'm going to seduce Alex.
If what I'm wearing doesn't capture his attention, nothing will. I'm giving this my all…bringing out all the artillery. I rap on the door, then close my eyes tight and pray this goes as planned.
I open my long, silver satin jacket and the cool night air rushes onto my exposed skin. When the creak of the door alerts me to Alex's presence, I slowly open my eyes. But it's not Alex's black eyes staring at my scantily clad body. It's Enrique--who's staring at my pink lace bra and pom-pom skirt as if he's won the lottery.
Ripped with embarrassment, I wrap my coat around myself. If I could wrap it around twice, I would.
"Uh, Alex," Enrique laughs. "There's a trick-or-treater here to see you."
My face is probably beet red, but I'm determined to see this through. I'm here to show Alex I'm not going to desert him.
"Who is it?" comes Alex's voice from somewhere inside the garage.
"I was just leavin'," Enrique says, slipping past me. "Tell Alex to lock up. ."
Enrique walks across the darkened street, humming to himself.
"Yo, Enrique. " Alex's voice fades when he reaches the front of the shop. He looks at me with contemp. "Need directions or your car fixed."
"None of the above," I say.
"Trick-or-treatin' on my side of town?"
"No."
"It's over, Why do you keep droppin' into my life and fuckin' with my head? Besides, aren't you supposed to be at the Halloween dance with some college guy?"
"I blew him off. Can we talk?"
"Listen, I've got a shitload of work that still needs to get done. What did you come here for? And where's Enrique?"
"He, uh, left," I say nervously. "I think I scared him away."
"You? I don't think so."
"I showed him what I was wearing under my coat."
Alex's eyebrows shoot up.
I'm going to seduce Alex.
If what I'm wearing doesn't capture his attention, nothing will. I'm giving this my all…bringing out all the artillery. I rap on the door, then close my eyes tight and pray this goes as planned.
I open my long, silver satin jacket and the cool night air rushes onto my exposed skin. When the creak of the door alerts me to Alex's presence, I slowly open my eyes. But it's not Alex's black eyes staring at my scantily clad body. It's Enrique--who's staring at my pink lace bra and pom-pom skirt as if he's won the lottery.
Ripped with embarrassment, I wrap my coat around myself. If I could wrap it around twice, I would.
"Uh, Alex," Enrique laughs. "There's a trick-or-treater here to see you."
My face is probably beet red, but I'm determined to see this through. I'm here to show Alex I'm not going to desert him.
"Who is it?" comes Alex's voice from somewhere inside the garage.
"I was just leavin'," Enrique says, slipping past me. "Tell Alex to lock up. ."
Enrique walks across the darkened street, humming to himself.
"Yo, Enrique. " Alex's voice fades when he reaches the front of the shop. He looks at me with contemp. "Need directions or your car fixed."
"None of the above," I say.
"Trick-or-treatin' on my side of town?"
"No."
"It's over, Why do you keep droppin' into my life and fuckin' with my head? Besides, aren't you supposed to be at the Halloween dance with some college guy?"
"I blew him off. Can we talk?"
"Listen, I've got a shitload of work that still needs to get done. What did you come here for? And where's Enrique?"
"He, uh, left," I say nervously. "I think I scared him away."
"You? I don't think so."
"I showed him what I was wearing under my coat."
Alex's eyebrows shoot up.
( Simone Elkeles )
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