She was a pretty girl. Sweet actually. A smile, bright eyes and a cheery acknowledgement of my presence across from her. We made short term small talk and I asked her her name. She told me and then, I could almost not believe it, she asked me mine. My heart skipped a beat… she couldn’t really care what my name was, could she?
I told her… and she wrote it on the cup.
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