“Cmon Devora” Yael hissed across the table at Cafe Au Lait coffee shop “space in. You’re completely in your own world”

“Sorry” I mumbled back “you were saying…”

“I was just saying that The Chic Shoppe finally got in the matching yom tov clothes for the boys and girls. They are soooo cute. Modest Menucha from Instagram was modeling her three adorable kids in these plaid rompers and mini skirts last night. WE need to run and go get them now before they sell out and our kids look like the block nebachs this season”

“You’re right, we definitely need to rush and get those outfits fast” I said absent mindedly. I couldn’t care less about some plaid romper. If they would sell out today, the store would have something new tomorrow and according to Yael it would be just as awesome. Or at least it would be once someone on Instagram modeled their kids in it. I grabbed my coffee and stood up from the table. Yael was already three paces in front of me in a rush to walk four stores over to The Chic Shoppe. I sighed. My mind was definitely not on children’s clothing. As we exited the store, I looked up at the sign above “Cafe Au Lait” and all I could think of were his “ooohs” as I got laid two nights before.

About a month ago, I was shopping in Target for household basics. Detergent, water bottles, dish soap, cleansers, it was a lot of stuff. Refoel was at work and I was doing the shopping alone. Normally when it was this many heavy items, I’d wait for a Sunday, but we were a bit desperate so I decided to go on my own. I was struggling to load up my car when another car pulled up alongside mine. A tall guy around 32 or 33 years old stepped out.

“Do you need some help?” He asked

“Naw I’m all good” I answered as I heaved two bottles of detergent into the trunk. Three cases of water still remained in my cart.

“Well I understand you want to be all strong and feminist but you’ve got three very heavy items in your cart. Just let me put them in the trunk for you”

I was about to protest but he came over and put them in the trunk. As he came closer, I noticed that he was not too bad looking even if his tzitzis were hanging out. He lifted up the case of water and walked towards my trunk.

“Where do you want me to put this?” He asked

“Just over here” I answered as I moved some items around and created a space.

He placed the cases of water in my trunk and I stepped back to shut it. On my way backwards and while I leaned up to hit the button, my ass bumped into him. I blushed deeply, I was mortified. This yeshivish guy just felt my ass against him. I mumbled a thank you and quickly got into my car and drove away contemplating what just happened. As much as I wanted to be mortified about my butt hitting him, I found myself thinking about how cute he was. When I got home, I brought in the stuff from my trunk. I almost missed it, but on my last trip back to the car I saw a neon orange post it note next to the case of 32 bottles of water. It didn’t belong there. I picked it up:

My name is Yaakov. Text me: 732-555-9831