He is looking at the Kashi GoLean Crunch. She’s comparing bulk coffee to prepackaged. Their carts bump. They look into each others’ eyes.
There’s something there. A connection. She smiles at him. He smiles, tries to say something.
“Excuse me,” squawks someone behind him. It’s a tired looking mom, with three toddlers in tow. He quickly moves forward before looking for Her again.
But she’s already gone, looking at the tea.

Alternate Ending:
There’s something there. A connection.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” she said.
“The bulk is fresher.”
“I know, but I have a Starbucks bias.”
“I know a coffee shop with the best coffee in town.”
“Maybe you can show me a few pointers.”
“I’d love to,” he said. “How’s Friday?”
“I need coffee tonight,” she said. “How about now?”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too.”

Alternate Ending:
There’s something there. A connection. It wells up inside her. A warmth, then a heat. Her chest heaves. She can’t hold it in anymore. She must speak.
“What the hell? Watch where you’re going next time!”