You opened the heavy wooden Starbucks door, pulling it hard toward your soft frame and you walked into the cafe.
I was sipping coffee, no sugar on a Saturday after my morning workout.
I always hate looking at girls in public. I know they say everywhere they go they can’t escape the “male gaze” so I was about to shake my head away when I saw you make eye contact with me and smile, like we shared some inside joke. Ok, I can look at you.