On a sunny day at the car wash on the corner of Sunset and Alvarado we were waiting for our shiny black car to be done with its washing and waxing. She was happy and bouncy as the sunlight danced off of her bleached blond hair that had a flash of purple highlight dazzling the air at the back of her neck. The way she styled her hair drew attention to the color contrast that seemed to even match her Chloe sunglasses. I ordered some tacos and cokes from the taco stand and we sat down at the tables to eat while our car was being wheeled out to the hand drying/detailing area. Some salsa spilled on my new shirt, that matched my hat, while I was eating. She laughed, as I became angry, and she told me the shirt really brought out the blue in my eyes as she dabbed at it with a bandana. I was too pissed off to notice the compliment. I still regret not letting that moment be happy, but I was too stressed out about a stain on a Dodger jersey when love was right there, trying to touch my heart.