It's the Freakin'-Weekin'

Let's try my hand at some erotic-fan fiction shall we? Let's see if my imagination can fly.

She walks into a laundry-mat carrying her heavy basket of clothes. She listens to the old glass front door swing back in place behind her as she notices all eyes are on her unfortunately. These eyes pierce into her soul it seems, that's why she doesn't make eye-contact with others. She keeps her head down to her basket of clothes as she attempts to find an empty washer to use. The smell of all brands of dryer sheets and a smell of dampness fills her nostrils.

She finds the last empty washing machine in the joint, and sets down her basket of laundry. She suddenly was blinded by a reflection hitting her in the eyes from the sunlight through the window reflecting off of someone's cell phone. She holds her hand over her forehead to block the light to see who it is that blinded her... she sees a life-form sitting burly on the wooden bench across the room who is apparently trying to get her attention. To avoid interaction, she ignores the sunlight hitting her in the face blinding her and kept her head down to just focus on getting her clothes washed. To her unpleasant surprise, he walks up to her and stands next to her basket of clothes on the floor she was working from. Panicked, she tries to pretend that she doesn't see him for one, and pulls her basket closer to her to indicate that he has invaded her bubble of space. The man apparently seems to have some hand jewelry because he then began to tap it against the machine next to her as an indication that he is waiting for her to look up... her next decision was to study the man's shoes to figure out what kind of guy this is... he is wearing Vans shoes, the shoes have been well taken care of, hardly any wear-n-tear. Her intuition of this guy is that he's a skater-type guy, enjoys adventure, friendly apparently, and will most likely have a good looking face given the condition he keeps of his shoes, but why in the hell is he wearing hand jewelry?

When she finishes the last bit of clothes, and closes the door of the washer to start it, she stands up straight and turns toward him...

To Be Continued.