“Don’t you think your girlfriend might be a bit mad when she sees you talking to me?” the girl grinned.
“I don’t have a girlfriend. What are you talking about?”
“I thought you were looking for someone. Isn’t that why you came in this aisle?”
“I thought I saw someone I knew. It’s a long story. So, what do you do for fun?” Adam asked, fishing for some information that might help him ask her out.
“Other than listening to my friends astrologically diagnose me, I also enjoy listening to them talk about their weddings and babies.”
She noticed that Adam wasn’t sure if she was being serious. “Just playing with you,” she said playfully, socking his arm.
Adam was into this woman. She’d even touched him, which is always a good sign. Now came the awkward stage. He wanted to ask her out, but didn’t know quite how to do it. Sure, just coming out and asking made the most sense, but it would all be based on a hunch that she touched his arm to show that she was interested.
They were both waiting for something to happen. After about a minute, the moment of opportunity passed.
“Well, I should get going. Good luck with your Saturn Return,” she said, putting the book back on the shelf.
“By the way, my name is Adam,” he blurted out.
“I’m Jennifer,” she smiled. “Take care.”
That was that. Adam stood alone in the aisle, holding a half-empty, cold latte. He hadn’t even gotten her last name. Angry with himself for being so gutless, Adam left the store and walked back home, wondering if he had screwed up fate.
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