Why didn’t I wave? I think that’s the quirk she would
have wanted to see. After eye contact from under my hat
and through her glasses, a quick grin and some rotation from
the wrist was the only spice the scene needed. Goddamn,
am I dense. This is no question. The African student would
say I am exaggerating the situation, if he were still here.
Whatever. I work next to a hip looking clothing store
for women. Right now it’s not quite spring, but summer
is sending warnings; nearly all the patterns are tacky, faux-
tribal shit. I’m relieved when a girl I like doesn’t purchase
anything. But doesn’t she want ice cream?