Hello I've Come to Admire

I look at you from a distance and wonder just what it is you're thinking. It's probably not what I'm thinking. Which is probably a good thing. My mind is a wonderful gutter filled with dirty desires and sentimental attachments. It's a playground of good and evil. It sores to thoughts of love and drops to acts of lusty depravity. I doubt you're thinking as I do. When I see you at work, you're so intent on your actions. I'm sure you're really not thinking about work, but I suspect you're not thinking of me. That's okay, I'm thinking enough for the two of us. When you come to the place that I find my monetary situation growing by the hour, you're nice to me and make me smile. You're lucky there is a window or counter between the two of us... and security cameras... and a lot of people watching... Well... actually that probably only adds to the kinky play of thoughts in my head. No, I guess you're mostly just lucky there is a counter and/or a window that keeps me from you. There's no telling what might happen if you were to say "yes!" Alas... it's not meant to be. I can day-dream about you, and night dream too. It will never be. What ever 'being' happens to 'be' that is. You are only there for my thoughts and nothing more. I will never tell you what I'm thinking or how I feel when I see you. Even in jest. I will just serve you coffee like I do and we'll call it just a fantasy.