a thing called new york love

He saw her in line from the other side of the room. He noticed how fluffed her hair looked. It looked as soft and sweet as cotton candy. He brushed it off because, as usual, she was a pretty woman in manhattan. You can never think too deeply when it comes to New York Love. He went about his business, tending to trash and overflowing coffee pots. The line began to get a bit lengthy, so it was time to unleash...the LINEBUSTER. Linebusting is nothing more than the mentality of destroying the line of customers as quickly as possible, in a great fury of efficiency and witty co-worker tidbits. He began to pop brown paper bags like a seasoned supermarket clerk. He served customer after customer with the usual bread, sweet, drink, napkin flow. Eventually, he got to her. She had eyes that smiled and a nosering like a minature sun, shining with those eyes. She began with a turkey with avocado sandwich. He asked blankly if that was it, half assuming that the order was over and so was the momentary nirvana. She added a bag of cape cod chips. The meal got better. Then, with a cute half smile, she said" ...aaaand a chocolate chip cookie, please." He picked up the cookie, put it in the bag, and gave her a smile. She knew it was in humor to her appetite and she said nothing, but smiled in reply. He jokingly asked if she would like anything else. Coffee was a necessary requirement, of course. A large with skim milk. He was impressed with her appetite, and she sure wasn't shy about it either. He got her name. It was ellen. It was anticipation ever since.