Silver Hair. Kroger. Washington Rd, Augusta – 55

You: a classy white woman probably around 50 or so with effortless style, the kind of presence that makes a regular grocery run feel like a scene from a movie. Perfectly put together, calm, and carrying yourself like you had nowhere to rush to and all the time in the world. Our eyes met somewhere between the coffee aisle and the produce section… and for a second, the whole store went quiet.

Me: the one who should’ve said good morning instead of just giving that respectful smile and moving on. If you remember the brief glance, the almost-conversation that never happened, and you felt that little spark too next time the groceries are on me. Reply with what you were reaching for when we crossed paths so I know it’s really you.