Rocket Market, early Thursday morning.
Me: sexy Italian, brown and white leather Mary Jane.
You: Large. Green. Loogie.
On my way to work, I ran in quickly to grab the new Inlander. You, waiting patiently, in the semi-darkness. Unexpectedly, we connected. I can only guess at your provenance: Runner? Biker? Delivery man? I can't stop thinking about you.
You’ve left your mark on my sole.