Grey and Orange

I stepped outside and inhaled flat air tinted with moisture. I was disappointed. My eyes were angry and lazy, full of spite for the weather. I had forced myself to leave my warm nest. I continued my lethargic walk to the library and as I avoided the monster Suburban while crossing the street, a charcoal-hued guy flashed a yellow smile in my direction. I knew it was coming. You can see those intentions a mile away. It was similar to my experience passing out party-fliers. You scan the area for potential-takers. You search their face for some sort of empathy to the emotion of rejection. Even if it is a simple refusal of a party-flier, it still stings. So continuing...this dirty little guy who explains his reason for the beam makes me sign something for some governess (haha) and attempts to establish a connection to me. He says how he is also from Houston (Alief), and how if i was interested I could just place my number right there on the side next to my voter registration number and he would take me out to dinner.