Like a first kiss

Every other morning I buy a fried-egg sandwich from a food joint at the subway. Two very nice ladies makes it in front of you, ask you whether you want salt, pepper and dill on it and what sauce you choose from sweet ketchup, spicy ketchup and mayo. I take sweet ketchup, mayo and no dill, to go. I've been ordering the same thing for over three months now and have been wondering when they'll start recognizing me and anticipate my order for two months now. This morning, like a first kiss, they pleasantly surprised me when they asked me 'the fried-egg, right?'. I smiled semi-circular and said 'yes, please'. And like any other first kiss it was a bit awkward, like when your faces don't align right or your hands collide on their way to a hair stroke. The one who was frying the egg said 'no pepper, huh?' and I smile and reply 'no dill', to which she reacts fumbly and mumbling 'oh, yeah, right, of course'. At the same time, the lady who was preparing the bread asks 'just mayo?', again, I smile sweetly and say 'also, sweet ketchup' and get the same reaction 'oh, sorry, yes, I knew that'.
I swear, it was like that no-music-dance preceding a first kiss when you are shy and perky at the same time, when the awkwardness of the new approach mixed with your rushing blood and pounding heart makes you stumble and make silly mistakes. However, maybe that's part of what makes it unforgettable.
Maybe.
There are smooth first kisses which become haunting, kisses that arise from undreamed dreams, happen by happenstance and shatter you to your core.
You just lie next to each other because there is no where else you could be, eyes closed, your little finger invisibly touching his elbow. Then his arm moves tiny inches towards your hand and this fact in itself tumbles all of your insides. After your breath takes a quasi normal rhythm again you dare to stroke his arm and the seconds to his reply feel like a half-forever, but then, then his fingers caressing your arm, assuring you, giving you unfearfulness. And as you wonder, yearning, if it would be too much to hold his hand, he covers yours with warmth that just goes through your whole body who acts on its own and slides next to him.
Through the dizziness you don't even realize when he put his arms around you, only feel  his soft strokes on your arms and back, his feathery touch on your cheek and that wonderful feeling, overwhelming you, that nothing else exists in the world.
Though you can't and don't wish for more and although there are no actual thoughts in your head you know that something grand is going to happen. And right before you can start to worry he grabs your head, covering your ears with his hands, making you deaf to yourself and anything else. Another half-forever passes and then you feel it. That sweet, soft, tender kiss. First kiss.
I'm just sayin'. It could totally happen.