Locked Eyes at the Gas Station

I have pink hair, was wearing your average dark red MEC garb. Standing, leaning onto the door of a silver car. You, brown hair, jeans, pumping your average combustible fuel into a white Volkswagen. I thought I noticed you looking at me. I looked back. The next few minuites were a mental balancing act for me trying to figure out If I was being justifiably flirty or strangley creepy by trying to make eye contact. As you drove off I was pretty sure it wasn't just in my mind. You were looking at me. Maybe respond and if it turns out we're both justifiably flirty and not strangley creepy we can ride off together.

When: Thursday, October, 12 2017

Where: Exit 7 Gas Station by Cypress