Maybe the stranger was a perfectly nice stranger. Maybe the stranger was even a perfectly kissable stranger when he wasn't a stranger and it was actually wanted. As the groceries got caught between them and they awkwardly smashed their lips together, she could at least be a little relieved that he likewise felt it wasn't what he wanted. If she'd sensed otherwise, she might've slugged him after.
Definitely a spectacle. Definitely not a good kiss.
Her face couldn't turn the same shade of red as her hair, but it was still very much in that color family. "Eeeep."