so.. i was standing at my booth, trying to sell some of those CDs i worked a long night putting together.. then she came.. i got a vibe .. from her smell, and her teeth.. i wanted to sell those CDs so bad, but she wasn’t easy.. i had to convince her why she had to buy them.. although she had one in her left hand; i knew she wanted.. it was the techno CD… it had a mix of old and new songs.. anyways.. she started talking.. with so much hand gesture.. and it was as though she was trying to prove something.. i didn’t know what it was..she talked and commented alot.. as she did i got involved with her choice of words.. and i don’t know why it felt as though i had to defend myself from them.. kept pushing them back, trying to prove a point..
she talked more..
and it was nice..
and then came back to get that cd..
and that was the last time i saw her.. or heard of her..
she sometimes crossed my mind.. i wondered where she was..
then i found her..