Vignette

I am at a salon, getting a pedicure. A man walks in, and greets the women in the salon, with a "Hello, Ladies!". His voice is a deep bass, and the respond back with warm hello's, asking him if he wants the usual.

He is tall, African-American, with broad shoulders and athletic build.  He has a goatee that looks as if it is sculpted on his face, and curly hair cut very short.  He has warm eyes, and a grin that immediately says, "I could be your friend". 

I'm relaxed and enjoying the rubbing and massage part of the pedicure.  The women who are working on me all had told me to get a color of nail polish, and I had to rebuff them no less than six times because I did not want any paint on my nails.  I would just ruin it, anyway.  

Because of my nail polish color experience, I grin at him and tell him, "You should choose your color." 

He does not miss a beat.  He puts his hands on his hips in a "super hero" fashion and cocks his hip a bit.  He then tells me, "Red all the way, baby!" 

For a few seconds, I am in love with this stranger.