You walk out of the coffee shop towards your car in the alley. You happen to notice that a man is watching you as you sip your latte. As you look down to drink you notice your nipples are like bullets in your blouse, very obvious to everyone who has seen you.
You wonder why they are so hard. As you approach your car you realize the man that was watching you has followed you. You ask politely "Can I help you?"
He genuinely replies that his battery is dead and could use a jump and would I be kind enough.
He asked "can I get about a 5 minute charge from you if that's okay?"
I said that was fine. He asked me my name and I think I said Robin.
He walked close too me and I could feel my nipples hardening yet I didn't make eye contact. I started to feel scared. Not for my safety but what my body was responding to.
He asked "are you married?"
I clumsily blurted out that I had a ring. He said he was sorry he hadn't looked because he was just thankful that I had helped.
I feel more relaxed as he leaves to push his car the 50 feet to my car. I wonder if I should have just moved my car closer to his but watching him move 2 tons of American steel was kind of nice. I could see his bulging biceps straining and I quickly corrected myself, wondering why I had drifted so. He moved his auto next to mine and proceeded to do everything necessary to jump him.
As he was hooking up the cables he said to wait to start it up and I, now thinking that "he's kind of cute", I started the car.