I notice him
near instantly
as I walk in.
Silver fox,
tall,
open smile.
Holding organic yoghurt and sourdough bread.
A good combination
I muse,
and head for the
chocolate
display case.
We make small talk
in the queue
and as I attempt to pay
my watch freezes.
So sorry, I stutter,
I’ll just pop to the car and grab my bank card.
Our eyes meet
as he passes by in the parking
lot.
I’m on my way
back inside
to pay for
my chocolate
stash.
He smiles.
Back inside,
the cashier hands me
the paper bag.
Your friend paid for you,
he says,
moving on
to
serve the
next
customer.
~Lu
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