Lenny turns and moves towards the window of the construction site they’re working on. Robbie squints, before following him over to the window, looking down and trying to see what had gotten his friend’s attention. It’s his first day on the job, and while she’s sure
“What? Who’s coming?”
Lenny points to the street below them and smiles. “Sasha.”
Walking below them, arms laden with plastic bags full of sandwiches for lunch, is a tall woman with long dark hair that flows behind her like she’s a model on a shoot. She’s dressed in jeans that are so tight they might as well have been a second skin, and a jewel toned top that cuts just low enough to be enticing, but not be too aggressive. When she stops by the supervisor to pass off the food, he can see that she also wears an impressively high heel.
“Who is Sasha?” Not that Robbie thinks that matters. Just knowing that she is Sasha could be the best of it. But, he feels like he needs more context. Lennie isn’t a shy guy. Not bad looking either. If he were really interested in a girl like that, this isn’t how Robbie would meet her.
Lenny glances back at him with a smirk, and Robbie braces himself for the bomb to drop. “Sasha is Derek Wollerman’s daughter. An actress, you know. She works in the office sometimes when she’s between gigs.”
And there it is, going off like an atom bomb. Wollerman, being their boss, would probably not take too kindly to the idea that his crew spend their time ogling his daughter when they should be working. Robbie winces in return, clapping his friend on the shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
“Tough breaks, man.”
“Eh, it’s not so bad.” Sasha turns to sashay her way back down the street again. “She’s probably better from a distance, anyway.”
Robbie blinks as he goes to pick up his tools again, before looking back at his friend in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know how actresses are.”
Robbie raises an eyebrow. “Sorry. Can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure of dating one. Why don’t you please enlighten me?”
“Nah, it’s girls really. See, you look at them from a distance and they’re gorgeous. The hair, the body, the makeup—perfect from a distance. But when you get up close, you deal with things like personality and drama and inevitably disappointment. So for me, I’d rather just keep the pretty picture. Appreciate her from afar, but not get too close. Then you can’t see the cracks, you know?”
Robbie nods as he considers that statement, and the twists and turns in the logic. And in a way it makes sense—kind of like don’t meet your heroes. “So you’re basically saying that they might have the disadvantage of being human?”
“Yeah, something like that.” There’s a beat before Lenny glances back at him in return. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Means nothing.”
“No, that definitely met something. I know the look on your face when you’re being snide.” He turns and points at the other man. “Explain.”
“I’m just saying, have you ever considered the idea that a woman might be more than her looks, and that by getting closer and getting to know her personality, she may in fact become more beautiful?”
“What?” Lenny blinks at his friend in confusion.
“I’m just saying that perhaps a girl is more than the sum of her physical parts.”
Lenny looks, for a moment, as though he’s truly considering the validity of that statement. The man seems entrenched in deep thought, heavily considering the pros and cons of this view of women and their role in the world. And then he shrugs it off.
“Eh. I think my view of things is better.”
So close to an epiphany, and yet so far.
“You know, you’re going to die alone with an attitude like that.”
“Maybe.” Lenny shrugs as turns to head towards the edge of the scaffolding to head to lunch. “But at least I won’t die disappointed.”
Robbie shakes his head before turning to go back to work. “Why am I not surprised?”
8/21/21 | random challenge (sasha + 4) | original | 708 | COMPLETE
Lenny turns and moves towards the window of the construction site they’re working on. Robbie squints, before following him over to the window, looking down and trying to see what had gotten his friend’s attention. It’s his first day on the job, and while she’s sure
“What? Who’s coming?”
Lenny points to the street below them and smiles. “Sasha.”
Walking below them, arms laden with plastic bags full of sandwiches for lunch, is a tall woman with long dark hair that flows behind her like she’s a model on a shoot. She’s dressed in jeans that are so tight they might as well have been a second skin, and a jewel toned top that cuts just low enough to be enticing, but not be too aggressive. When she stops by the supervisor to pass off the food, he can see that she also wears an impressively high heel.
“Who is Sasha?” Not that Robbie thinks that matters. Just knowing that she is Sasha could be the best of it. But, he feels like he needs more context. Lennie isn’t a shy guy. Not bad looking either. If he were really interested in a girl like that, this isn’t how Robbie would meet her.
Lenny glances back at him with a smirk, and Robbie braces himself for the bomb to drop. “Sasha is Derek Wollerman’s daughter. An actress, you know. She works in the office sometimes when she’s between gigs.”
And there it is, going off like an atom bomb. Wollerman, being their boss, would probably not take too kindly to the idea that his crew spend their time ogling his daughter when they should be working. Robbie winces in return, clapping his friend on the shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
“Tough breaks, man.”
“Eh, it’s not so bad.” Sasha turns to sashay her way back down the street again. “She’s probably better from a distance, anyway.”
Robbie blinks as he goes to pick up his tools again, before looking back at his friend in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know how actresses are.”
Robbie raises an eyebrow. “Sorry. Can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure of dating one. Why don’t you please enlighten me?”
“Nah, it’s girls really. See, you look at them from a distance and they’re gorgeous. The hair, the body, the makeup—perfect from a distance. But when you get up close, you deal with things like personality and drama and inevitably disappointment. So for me, I’d rather just keep the pretty picture. Appreciate her from afar, but not get too close. Then you can’t see the cracks, you know?”
Robbie nods as he considers that statement, and the twists and turns in the logic. And in a way it makes sense—kind of like don’t meet your heroes. “So you’re basically saying that they might have the disadvantage of being human?”
“Yeah, something like that.” There’s a beat before Lenny glances back at him in return. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Means nothing.”
“No, that definitely met something. I know the look on your face when you’re being snide.” He turns and points at the other man. “Explain.”
“I’m just saying, have you ever considered the idea that a woman might be more than her looks, and that by getting closer and getting to know her personality, she may in fact become more beautiful?”
“What?” Lenny blinks at his friend in confusion.
“I’m just saying that perhaps a girl is more than the sum of her physical parts.”
Lenny looks, for a moment, as though he’s truly considering the validity of that statement. The man seems entrenched in deep thought, heavily considering the pros and cons of this view of women and their role in the world. And then he shrugs it off.
“Eh. I think my view of things is better.”
So close to an epiphany, and yet so far.
“You know, you’re going to die alone with an attitude like that.”
“Maybe.” Lenny shrugs as turns to head towards the edge of the scaffolding to head to lunch. “But at least I won’t die disappointed.”
Robbie shakes his head before turning to go back to work. “Why am I not surprised?”