Everyone knows them, sees them daily; checking their hair or hairline, never making eye contact, too busy with their phone or checking themselves out in the reflection of the shop window or the mirror behind your ear, over your shoulder. People say, 'if they were a lollipop, they'd lick themselves.
This is it, there's no turning back. But his mind rambles, he fidgets, distracted. He thinks of her words, they ring in his ear. He tries to shake it off, concentrate on the task at hand. In the end, he can't pull the pin. Her words echo, you can't commit.