She's wearing glasses and sits behind glass,
He's wearing gloves; blue eyes in a mask,
The note: "I haz Gun?" - hastily written,
Brown eyes meet blue eyes. The brown eyes are smitten.
In the distance, The Sweeney, all tongs and hammer,
She's fixing his spelling, correcting his grammar,
He's expecting used fivers stuffed in a sack,
But she writes down her number, she slides the note back.
Outside: The driver's impatiently waiting.
Inside: Wide open, blue eyes dilating,
Then he runs, glancing back, and he's out in the rain,
From the display case - a sigh - she'll never see him again.
But at the end of her shift and in less of a hurry,
In a whistle with some flowers - he takes her out for a curry.