So I decide to show up to the "bubble show". I make eye contact with those green eyes as the little rusty bell sounds my entry. A smile and a wink I approach with a smooth confident stroll. The look on your face, amused and confused. As I lean on the counter the only thing that separated us. You pose your self for an incoming kiss. I lean in close, close enough for that kiss. Instead I whisper softly in your ear "lets play some pinball" setting a rusty quarter down inviting you to play. Locking eyes in a romantic daze you giggle and say "its fifty cents a play".