He tried to scratch you in your arms-

Basically shocked, turning around as quick as he could-

He was shaking, as he held the knife with 2 hands, in front of him-

He stares-he pulls out a box cutter, he uses it to take rugs out, he switched it on- of course I’m about to be killed, he’s probably from the mafia -he muttered- fucking cleaning for free

Take-out didn’t he already eat, and what does it have to do with me? -he said all confused-

What? -he said getting up-

I’m leaving, I’m leaving -he said grabbing the crate holding his shit-

He jumped, he packed up quickly-

He giggled nervously- sorry..

-he gagged- you smell like dirt and sweat….and blood..,you on your period -joking-

He got close big sniff-

…..

I work with chemicals, cleaning chemicals, I’m use to smelling bleach, and oh…..hmm

Sewer worker, crime cleaner,…….hmmm

Ooh doing what

He jumped- I’m so sorry -he said looking down-

Other than the fact you shower, you smell…..musty

Your all wet

F

Ooh