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Saturday, June 4, 2011
At the cafe
As I stood in line , I connected eyes with peter, he sat there mysteriously. In a dark maroon peacoat, shaggy strawberry blonde hair and forest green eyes. "youre really cute" I say "huh" ... "i said youre really cute" . Im uncomfortable , was he say saying that jockingly? Or did he in fact mean it? "grilled cheese and tomato soup!" Yells the lady. Thats me! I rush to the register and glance at peter. Then I pick up my order and rush out of the cafe.