Gold’s Gym, of course, is a sponsor.
Not to mention an X advertiser.
As buff Santa’s sleigh rolls off into
the distance, people begin to move
toward their cars or vendor booths.
I turn off my mic, begin to pack up.
A small pair of hands slides around
my waist from behind. Nikki must
have changed her mind, dragged
herself out of bed. “Nik?” But neither
voice nor hands are a match. Nope.
Not Nik. It’s just me. Hey, Hunter.
Equal parts disappointment
and exhilaration jab me. Not Nikki.
But not exactly bad, either.
“Leah. All on your own today?”
Well, yeah. Remember I told you
I had something for you?
SHE WINKS
Who knew
with such
a small
gesture
a girl
could look
like such
a letch?
Can a girl
even be
a letch?