There is a greeting. A bright, welcoming hello.
A question.
An answer...short, but with a beaming smile
Our eyes lock...and never leave
Another question. I take my time... pretend to be thoughtful
Just to hold your gaze for another moment
I think of asking for a receipt
Just to keep you there
Separated by a counter
Connected in our minds
The words unsaid
Need never be spoken
Or perhaps
Each is waiting for the other
To say it first
To say I come here because of you
Or when I get here, my hope is you come in today
Or my break is in 15 minutes, care to stay?
Or come and take a walk with me
Card in hand
Your fingers touch mine
When the receipt is given
I wait
And watch
And smile as I leave
I live for the two or three times
This week
And next
When we'll make the transaction
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