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From within the perspex booth, he flirtily inquired if my day so far had been fulfilling Duty of filling two reusable bags with thirty items Didn't stop my silly line from spilling "Certainly, yes - it's fulfilling me now" His stare seemed unphased by my lame admission Scanned groceries somewhere invisible Face much closer than distance restrictions allow French throat honey diverted from usual Behind glasses, bulged eyes listening Attempt at saving my remark from ruin, I extended Adept words of general philosophy on work life balance, my hope his shift soon ended Frenchy said, "So soon I'm finishing" Paid, sashayed away, loaded my car Out of hours nerd backlit by afternoon's fading filter Sauntered, long limbs fish fine flowed to his boxy hatchback, began to fold himself into her Glimsed me, his drive to leave slowed Look longer than checkout intended Don't play movies, - be the movie! I frantically chant My devious quickly runs reels of torrid takes Grinning, " Thought you'd be put off by my little rant" Croissant crumbs flew frenzied as he makes Front seat space clean to enable our chat Knocked my head on circular pink hand grip swung His French consoling rubbed clumsily upon my hair, explained rubber grip used by his Mum Tried to tuck it away, cute care fumbling My impatient imagination carried us far Decal sticker on window, white lettering ' Luck Left' I inquire puzzled as to its meaning "Today Luck came," he says, " It's going to be perfect" Honestly, hormones by then teeming Carpark departed in five seconds flat (smutty Sundee) 23rd August 2020