Pulp Fiction

You walked in and we both did a double take when we made eye contact. You have short hair and a beautiful smile, and were carrying your helmet. I followed you over to the fiction aisle with the intention of talking to you, but you found what you were looking for way too quickly. You paid for the book and dropped something on your way out. I hoped to say hi outside after I paid but you were already long gone. So here I am, saying "Hi" now.