She bought a bag of grapes and a handful of bananas. Me, I was waiting behind her to pay for my three Jamaican meet patties, a bag of chips, and a jar of salsa.
After we had each paid, we met again outside the Hasty Market, where she was searching around for a lighter. I lit her cigarette and mine. She said thank you and then took off.
While walking back to my building, I caught up with her, keeping my distance from behind. Im a fairly quick walker. I turned the corner into an alleyway that leads to a side entrance to my building. She continued on.
When the elevator, I had called, arrived, a door opened behind me. She strolled in, and I let her through to the waiting elevator. She pressed 22. I pressed 14.
It wasn’t until I walked into my apartment that I could let off the fart that I’d been holding in.