"David? Is that you?" I duck behind the rack in Menswear to try to make myself inconspicuous. "David, c'mon please don't do this to me again." It's that guy from the diner, the sight of him makes me sick. I climb into the rack, moving to the middle in between a bunch of rainbow colored Haines-His-Way sweatshirts. I wait a couple of seconds and peek my head out of the center of the clothes rack to see if the coast is clear and there David is staring right at me. I realize that to duck back down again would make me into an even bigger ass, so I climb out and try to be civil.