Day by day I carefully watch him. Just can’t seem to figure out why he’s here everyday. Where could he be going?
He buys the same pack of cigarettes and ice tea at exactly 8:41 in the morning.
My interest grows stronger by the minute. Could he be single? Are those cigs even for him? Is he out of my league? Fresh out of college, not a single clue where Im going in life.
How do I even begin a conversation with such beauty. Tan, freckles, and that cute little messy bun.
Wait. Did I just describe myself? Nooooo. Im too pasty. HA. Wait…Stephanie focus.
Maybe I should just wing it? Maybe a simple smile or a wave? What if he doesn’t even look at me? This is a lot harder than I thought. The pressure…
Ya know what? Im gonna do this. I got this.
*walks up to the gorgeous man*
*clears my throat*
“Hello! You smell like updog.”
*looks at me confusingly*