I was at the drive-through of Golden Chick acquiring the medium unsweet iced tea and a yeast roll.
You were sitting outside the McDonald's next door. I'm not sure what you were eating.
Despite our questionable nutritional choices, and the distance between us, we made eye contact. And it was good.
I think you smiled. But you could've been squinting into the sun.
I looked away quickly. Because I was awkwardly getting change out of the passenger seat floor board – it's possible I flashed you.
Anyway, if you're reading the blog of a random, unpublished romance writer, leave me a comment.
Actually, don't. Let's just let that missed connection tickle the backs of our minds...
*** let us not check grammar and punctuation and style too carefully, as this was dictated to Siri.