**Please note: This is FICTION.**
There’s a knock at the door, which is strange, but I open it anyway. Two guys stand there with pamphlets in their hands. I’m not wearing a bra and my shirt covers my shorts so it looks like I’m pantsless. The wintery cold air hits my chest and I see the younger of them glance down, then look away.
Hi, do you have a minute? the older asks.
Sure, I say and I bend down to scratch my ankle, letting my shirt fall forward a bit.
The older of the two starts talking about natural disasters and how the world is turning to shit and the whole time I’m staring at the younger guy biting my lip. He smiles and looks at the older man and nods.
Wouldn’t you agree? he says.
It’s cold, do you two want to come inside?
Oh no, we couldn’t go in there.
But I’m freezing. And all this stuff your saying is turning me on.
I’m not interested, I say. I stretch and lift my chest in the air and I see them both look away into the distance.
Well, sorry to bother you, the older one says.
He shuts my door and I go back to sitting in my blankets.