Omigosh. Me? He wants to talk to me?
How long has he been watching? Why in the world did he pick me?
Here he comes. My heart’s racing.
He walks confidently, nonchalantly. What will he say? What will I say? I want to be ready.
My breathing is reduced to pained gasps. I feel so alone, so…exposed. Everyone can see us here.
This could be life-changing.
Take a breath. Lick your lips. He’s here.
Tall. Perfectly groomed. Ruggedly handsome.
He leans down to where I’m sitting.
“Ma’am, I stopped you because you were going 42 in a 30 mph zone.”