Leo’s attitude ruined the dinner.
My coworkers were talking, but I just drank.
I got drunk.
I heard them say, “That boy was cute. Why is
he picking up trash? He should be an actor. He
<
could make more money as a boy toy.”
“No, he should be an actor. Let me pay for
him…”
The girls were joking.
I felt awful.
I slammed my hand on the table. “No!”
They jumped.
“What’s no?”
I shook my head. “Leo, mine. Not yours.”
“Who’s Leo?”
I didn’t hear. I got up and started walking.
4:33
L
I had to find him.
He couldn’t become a boy toy!
My coworkers followed me.
I called Leo and started crying.
Leo sounded worried. “What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t breathe. “You said you were waiting
for me. Why are you being a boy toy?”
Leo was confused.
I said, “Why won’t you see me?”
“Why are you trying to be a boy toy?”
Leo told me to give the phone to my coworker.
<
They gave him the address.
I was sitting on the side of the road. Leo came.
He looked like he’d rushed.
He was wearing the dirty t–shirt he wore when
he came to my company.
My coworkers recognized him.
I reached out. “I can’t stand up.”
Leo sighed. He bent down and picked me up.
He glared at my coworkers. “I’ll take her home.”
My coworkers nodded.
After a moment, I started struggling. “Your car,
<
I wanna go in the car!”
“I can’t afford a car.”
“You do!”
I got mad. “I saw it. You have a tricycle! Why
didn’t you tell me? I want to ride it!”
Leo sighed. “No.”
I yelled, “You do!”
“No.”
“You do!”
Leo gave in.
He led me down two streets to a shed.
L
I recognized Leo’s blue tricycle.
I climbed on and smiled.
Leo’s eyes softened. “Idiot.”
He sighed. “You’ll regret this tomorrow.”
I didn’t know what Leo meant.
I fell asleep on the tricycle.
When I woke up, I was in my bed.
I remembered what I’d done. I started crying.
I thought I was more mature than Leo.
I’d ruined it.
Leo usually left to pick up trash at seven.
I stayed in bed until eight.
