Summer of 1992

I had just graduated high school, and was working at the local grocery store. I was a check-out girl. That summer the owner's nephew was home from college. He was working at the store to make some extra bucks. I'd seen him around at parties and concerts. I didn't really know him, or for that matter take much notice. However, earlier that summer he had gone on a month long excursion out west. When he came back from that trip, I took a double take. I can remember exactly what he looked like the day I first payed attention to him. He had on cutoff corduroy pants with red paint splashed on them. He was wearing his former boarding school T-shirt. He had a tan that made him seem to radiate relaxation. His hair had been lightened by the sun. The tan made his blue eyes sparkle and when he smiled at me, he looked like a cat that had just swallowed a bird.