I was given the of-most embarrassing duties of sweeping my work's patio. I waited for people to walk by because I didn't want to be rude and sweep cigarette butts onto their feet. I stood their with my broom in hand and you passed by me, locked eyes ever so romantically, and gave me a smile that made me melt. I had green eyes, tattoos, probably an embarrassed look on my face, oh and a broom. You were quite a bit older, oh but the attraction was there. You are so stunningly handsome, that eye lock was amazing. I would love to buy you a beer.