Heading to the market to get some groceries
Not thinking otherwise when a guy talks to me
Saying short pleasantries for my laughter to be
Criss-crossing through the aisles until checkout stories

As he's asking number, with approval rating
We cast ourselves to cars with a waving goodbye
As I see a first text asking for a warm pie
I tell him in thirty at cafe in waiting

Dressing a bit better as he smiles to welcome
Having ordered my plate, and now holding my hand
The sudden chemistry was suddenly unplanned

Heading to tinted car for a full-fledge bedlam
Mouth to mouth, hands roaming, skirt hiked up, and wetness
Uncomfortable spots for this pleasing witness