The girl in front of me at The Fresh Market checkout, tall, really cute, maybe a Penn State alum, and you bought grocery store sushi like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I looped back to the parking lot hoping to catch you, but you and your friend had already taken off in your Bronco.
I goofed, and now I am hoping fate gives me another shot, maybe over some restaurant sushi or drinks in Dewey?