Cashier. I bought a pickle for my sandwich.

She's confident. She's got customer experience. She's sharp, Creative. She's made me blush before, more than once.

Not this time. You're mine, babygirl.

"Oh... I guess sometimes you just want ONE pickle." (she adds a coy smile).

(Dejected sigh) "Yeah... but I still haven't found that girl yet."

My heart pounding with fear, I stare calmly into her dark revealing eyes, waiting for change.

She blushes, and I am over the moon.