Me: across the street at the Yellow food truck, yes I know, seductive and
classy. You: tending bar, dark hair, red flannel. There were two of us, my
hair is darker and I paid you more attention. You saw me looking and so you
returned the smile. Yes, that doggie with the golden hair was cute, but not
what was catching my attention. Perhaps we grab a drink, or a burger, as
clearly we both only frequent the classiest of establishments.