There’s an Earthfare in Fort Mill that we both happen to stumble across at the same time. You’re in the cereal aisle pondering your ability to dedicate yourself to entire box of one specific flavor when you catch my eye. You grab a box of Frosted Flakes and examine the packaging as I’m approaching you. I walk and say “they’re great!” and slide my hand across your lower back as I walk past behind you and turn to you. If you say “yummy” in response after seeing me, we head out to one of our cars for a little show and tell, some mutual, maybe some oral and make out like high schoolers. Say anything else and we go our separate ways. Intrigued?