Hopefully again

Friday again, the week is about to be done. All I think about is the weekend, not minding anyone. Distracted in traffic while looking at the clock. Waiting for the hands to move from twelve to three, all I hear is tick-tock. I don't hate weeks, but last Saturday night was the best. I hope to see you again because you make me curious. I saw you sitting in the corner, you caught my attention, yes. I don't believe in love at first sight, but second sight, I guess. Laughing with my friend, enjoying the night. Just me and them with sounds and light. There's a long line in the bathroom. We bumped into each other in the bathroom. You just gave a sweet smile. Said sorry, I didn't see your style. Everything suddenly stops. You make my heart pop.