Well, hello there!

Sunday I was walked up to the counter of my favorite coffee shop in Lincoln Square, The Grind, and ordered a large apple cider for there. The barista was one I hadn't noticed before, and while she was preparing my drink off to the side, I began almost reflexively assessing her attractiveness -- her clothes, figure, face. She came back to the counter, handed me my drink, while she was looking down and digging out my chance, I glanced at her chest, I confirmed, yes, this woman is attractive. "Hi!", I blurted out. It was if someone at the last second decided to use my body as a vessel, and flirt with the barista before he lost his chance.
Recoiling at the untimeliness of my greeting, I quickly followed the mid-transaction "hi" with "oh, thank you" and grabbed my change from her, turned on my heel, and briskly walked away. I'm hoping she thought I was greeting someone seated behind me, or even someone on my invisible blue tooth in my ear, and didn't realize it was some unconscious utterance on my part.