Brazil BBQ, Indian Dress
It was Friday the twenty-seventh day of may around eight - thirty in the evening, when you were eating Brazil BBQ with your friends at a table in the rear, a full house that night. We made eye contact as I made my way to the washroom, you couldn't seem to take your eyes from mine, nor could I remove mine from your glance.
Later, when you made your exit, you passed me by in my chair as I watched you walk out the door but not out of my life. Lo and behold you were waiting on
