'I would like to ask you something if that is alright with you. Say what?oh, please go ahead, drink, no,no, no, I do not mind you ordering another glass of champagne, we will even order a bottle later if you are in the mood. Yes, about what I wanted to say; you sent me an unexpected message saying you could not stop giggling when you saw my face. There are only two reasons for such a reaction now that I think about it; One, you think my face is hilarious. Two, you feel about me the same way I feel about you. Is it number two by any chance?
Would these really be the words I would use tonight once I had her porcelain face in in front of my wooden rigid one? Think straight, think twice, think hard. This is a once in a lifetime chance, I might never have the chance of saying these words to that dream of a woman, or someone even similar for what is worth. If she rejects me tonight, everything will crumble.
She and tonight are the only things I could think about while the sweat drenched my thin layer of clothes, hot as hell in there. I was sure the cheap, rough fabric which gave me the rash at the end of the day, was partly responsible for the high temperature too. In addition, the same air breathed in and out over and over again with such a little room to circulate started giving the inside of the suit a nauseating stale odor after the first couple of minutes. I guess that actually being inside the guts of a big rat would have smelled somewhat similar.
The outside on the other hand was all joy and beauty. The round faced kids would not stop holding and pulling the gloves, sleeves and tail of the big black and white rat suit. Beautiful single moms in their early thirties pushing baby carriages and happy looking young couples were always really eager to have a picture taken with the rat disguise and the man inside it.
Nonetheless, I needed the money. All the heat, smell and selfish smiles represented more than 10 dollars an hour, lunch included if I could bear to wait until the restaurant stopped serving the noon shift. It was often a cold cheese sandwich and a soda but it allowed me to save even more. I needed to do this for 8 hours two days a week in order to have enough money to spend 3 hours with her once a month.
That place were she works at is quite an expensive one, located in one of the most luxurious areas of the city.What I like about it is, apart of the fact that she is always there, is that the rules are simple: The more drinks you order for you and her, the more time you got to spend together. I am sure she would love spending all night chatting with me even if I couln't pay any drinks at all , but work is work and that was hers. Being inside that stupid, big eared suit was mine.
