Running through the street.
To catch her number
By the busy intersection lane.
Pedestrian’s finger point the individual
The smog and dust heavy in the air,
And all else was the girl
Sitting by with her curious stare.
Bewildered by who this man was
Tall, foreign and handsome.
Arriving to her bend
“Your number, could I have?”
Something the man had the courage to do
For something that was certain.
Was the lady in her elegant outfit.
And the man with his handsome cheekbones