whats in your basket?

I pick Mylee up from the meeting spot. Ive got a coffee for her, its 530 in the morning. Things are good. We take the 45 minute drive to the flower market. Things are still good. 

She still hasn't noticed...

We get out of the car and takes one look at me. She notices. 

Quickly she decides that if one us isn't getting changed, then a bare minimum of five paces of space must be kept between the 2 of us. 

So instead, I hang out with these guys...