A woman placed her hand on my forearm, and said, “please pardon me for saying this, but,” she cleared her throat and nodded at me, pursing her lips like she was about to continue speaking. Only silence ensued as she glanced into and away from my eyes.
When her basil green eyes next settled on mine, we maintained eye contact for a moment, and I asked, “but what, ma’am?” I smiled and followed her slight downward gaze, her eyes matched her sun dress. My smile widened as we made eye contact again.
“I’m sorry, sir, but your pants are unzipped.”