Working on the roof of the shop as I walked out. You thought the sunglasses hid the glance. But you couldn't hide the double-take. Or the fact that your hands were idle the whole time I walked to my car. I'm guessing they don't pay you to stand on the roof and look pretty.
Yeah, I looked back. But just for the satisfaction of catching you watching. Busted.
It's ok . . . it was a red shoe day.