Black Hooded Sweatshirt

I wandered the cold vegetable aisle of the fancy Key Foods on Flatbush and I noticed you take a sideways glance at me between aisles. I was immediately attracted, you were wearing black-rimmed glasses and a black hoodie—does it for me every time. Moving through the dairy case, cereal aisle, frozen food wall, our eyes met up every few minutes. We never came close enough to talk. I liked how your friend or roommate walked ahead of you, having a one-sided conversation, all the while you were nodding and looking at me. Checking the expiration date on a loaf of bread I saw you were in the checkout line. Our eyes met again, I looked away. Cheeks warm. I looked up, the automatic doors swooshed shut, and I watched you disappear in the traffic.

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