By Matthew Wong
I chose and brought a meager selection of goods to the line at the cashier, a menial task that I could’ve done online. But what I can’t get online is her. On the other side of the till she stood, hair tied into a ponytail neat as ever, with eyes that sent me into wander when she asked if I would like a bag. I told her yes and to keep the change as I handed her the cash with a smile: A gesture of generosity, rewarded with her number and her beautiful smile that I still see now, years later.