The boy who comes to water the plants is so cute. I make eyes at him and I wonder if he reads me enough to know even though am probably twice his age that I really want him. As I discover myself as pansexual man I can’t help but fantasize about being with him. I look forward to seeing him. I smile at him, I can see through his mask that he smiles back a little. Even though I think he might be a little shy, I hope one day he gives me a reason to make a move, or makes a move himself. Till then, my imagination will have to do.