The eyes are the window to the soul

—“Can I please just say hello to you?” I asked the girl I call “pigtail-girl” at Canandaigua’s Wegmans.
Her actual name is “******,” I think — I’m not sure.
She was working the banana-detail; putting out bananas for sale.
She’s a store employee, and I’ve heard stories about the banana-detail.
“Yo Luke, toss me that there plum, and I’ll see if I can bat it outta the store with this here banana.”
“Pigtail-girl” has long dirty-blond hair, and she weaves it into long pigtails.
I said hello to her once, and now every time I do she smiles at me. We’re wearing masks, but her eyes tell me.
Asking if I can say hello to her is friendlier than just hitting her with “hello.” I am male, and ****** is female — I don’t wanna be perceived as making a pass.
“Just ‘I know you and you know me. Happy to see ya!’
Next time I’ll remember your name,” I told her.
Like all Wegmans employees, ****** was wearing a name-tag.
“I'm no good at names,” I told her. “I always knew you as ‘pigtail-girl.’ But I will try.”
She smiled at me again. WHOA! I’m always a sucker for that.
Some of my male friends tell me I have it all-wrong. I should check out ******’s sexual attributes.
NOPE!
“The eyes are the window to the soul,” a lady-friend once told me.
“No pretty girl will ever look at you, Bobby! You are DESPICABLE!”
****** was looking right at me, and smiling.
WOW!