The whirling of the fans didn't help much in this summer heat. You sat at the counter with a bored expression as you mindlessly fanned yourself with a folded up piece of paper. You finished taking out the racks for customer pick ups, so you had nothing else to do for the rest of the day.

The chime of the door was heard in the quiet laundromat. You didn't expect to see a customer at this time when it was usually empty. He placed his bag of clothes down and started loading a washer. You couldn't help but glance at the man from where you were. The hem of his small white tee would lift with every bend and expose the band of his boxers peaking above his blue jeans.