i was having my usual meal of a cigarette and juice for breakfast when you walked past me with your hair in a bun and your obvious makeup from last night.
you wore a long-sleeved white shirt that was 2 sizes too big for you but you looked fine, although you almost tripped and muttered fuck under your breath four times.
you went inside a 7/11 and came out with a large coffee and a donut.
i tried not to inhale when you walked past me again to get to your car and i think you noticed because you quickly looked and smiled.
i spotted an air dancer on my way to work and thought, same.
maybe some other time we could get breakfast together.