Athletic Asian

As we were, sitting in a corner watching and listening as the store slowly came to life, my thoughts begin to wander as I daydream of what my life could soon turn out to be. The soft but quick padding of sneakers breaks me out of my thoughts as they make their way down the aisle, one of her carts wheels squeaking like they always do with her muttering under her breath in annoyance at it. Her shadow passes by, then stops and slowly backtracks, an Asian beauty in her mid twenties dressed as if shes on her way or on her way back from the gym. Her long straight black hair stretches down her back, almost reaching her short running shorts. Her top consisted of one of those sport bras that was a little bit fancy, fancy enough to pass off as a tight fitting shirt. Before I can catch her face, her hand blocks my view as she grasp my box and tosses me in her cart among health foods and ingredients to make Asian food. My box is laying on its side, giving me a perfect view of her toned legs and ass, bigger than most Asians I've seen. My viewing pleasure is cut short as it gets yanked skyward, getting deposited on a conveyor belt and checked by a cashier and deposited into a paper bag. The ride was quick out to the car, my bag getting shoved into a trunk and the top slamming shut. I hear her muttering to herself, "...why in hell did I go grocery shopping before the gym, all I needed was water..."