My First Crush

I must have been about ten. There I was in the isle, staring at her shapely figure. Marveling as the overhead-lighting glistened off her smooth contours accentuating her beautiful form, but she was cold as ice to me. I grabbed the handle separating us and pulled her free, popping her top in the process. I pressed my lips over her mouth and the fresh carbonated orange liquid washed my thirst away with each swallow. They made perfection with the invention of the Orange Crush soft drink.