"So Poppy, it’s a good CV for someone so young. Not a long CV, but that’s OK. Your qualifications are impressive.” “Thank you!” “Poppy, wo...ld you describe yourself as a shy person. You’re very sweet.” “I don’t think I’m overly shy, do I come over like that?” “Oh no, I just wondered if you were confident in all situations.” “I guess… mostly yes,” said Poppy, hesitantly. “So, let's see. If I asked you to stand and hitch up your skirt, you would be OK with that?” Poppy blushed a little and. Your palms pouring sweat as you became very nervous. You knew your dream job is in reach. You just had to reach and grab it.You look over to the other men sitting with you. A short chubby asian man with the cutest smile chats with a lanky skinny white guy. The white guy scowl as the asian man did his best to hit on him."Come on Steve lighten up. We are all here for some fun." the asian guy with brown eyes and crazy lime green and violet purple hair said.The bald skinny white man shook his head.. It was easier to be eye candy to strangers than it was to anticipate a conversation with someone about just what I was doing and wearing.It was a beautiful morning, cool enough so that the warm sun felt delicious. As I read the paper, sipping my coffee, I realized that my fingers kept going up to the collar, fidgeting with it. It drew my attention, my touch, and I wondered if you could ever get used to wearing something like that. Could you ever forget it? Could it be possible to have it become. As unsuccessful as that was, it was all she had.Today was special, damn it! She had established her own Valentine’s Day tradition by including a single rose in her shopping. Ever since she’d dumped her deadbeat husband six years ago, after a four-year loveless marriage, she celebrated her freedom on VD. She shopped! Her special, annual meal began with a crimson table cloth, a triple candle representing me-myself-and I, her finest silverware and china and her solitary rose in a narrow, solitaire.