You looked like you’d just climbed out of bed—and dear God, you were perfect. Messy bun, yoga pants, oversized hoodie, zero makeup, and still: stunning. Effortless. Like you’d woken up, dodged a high-schooler's meltdown, and still managed to radiate something electric. You're dangerous.
I was the dorky guy with his jaw near the floor, loitering near the citrus, doing my best not to stare while pretending to inspect limes. You caught me. I panicked. Smiled. You didn’t. Still totally worth it.
If by some cosmic glitch you read this and think, “Was that me?”—it was.
I’d love to buy you a drink or give you half my stuff.
One condition: wear the hoodie.
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Photo credit: Wonderlane from Seattle, USA, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons