meant to be

Tomek and I were in the local grocery store parking lot, wheeling the buggy towards the door, when we saw a young woman coming towards us holding two round watermelons against her chest.

I glanced at Tomek, and tried unsuccessfully not to smile as I whispered "nice--". I cut myself short because the woman was close enough that she might have been able to overhear. And I'm a prude at odd times.

He grinned back and said, "I was just going to say the same thing".