Touch me Tuesday aka the Poet

I just left Starbucks carrying my Chai latte` in my right hand and my manual script in the other. And she comes screaming down the side walk knocks everything out of my hands. My Latte` flies at least two feet in the air (slow motion) and falls lid down on top of my manual Script... Ugh! NO! Damn it! was the only thing that came out of my mouth while i was watching my book i just worked on for three years get destroyed. As she turns around to come back to help me pick up my things i noticed her hazel eyes and this beautiful tattoo around the nape of her neck... i couldn't make out what it said but it seemed to be in Latin. I'm so sorry she said and she kneels down to help me pick up all the wet scattered pages of my Manual script. "It's OK" i said knowing deep down i wanted to say what the hell were you thinking. After we picked up the paper we stood together and she began to explain to me what happen but when she start talking i stood there utterly in amazement because she spoke rhythmically and poetic i think she kind of put me in a trance because i don't remember any of her story so i just said "O it seems like you meant"...and then i said something about her chasing some guy in the taxi.... she cut me off and said "well... nice response buuuuttt.... that had nothing to do with a guy... at all. lmao.uh... but nice try... hahaha i like it tho." and she proceeded to walk off as she walked away i felt my jaw drop and my heart fall through the sidewalk... she was so fine i couldn't even ask her for her name or to read my now wet manual script. Guess what happen next? NOTHING!!!