you (woman): tall, black carhartts, blundstone boots, dark hair in a braid, long lashes, maybe a city of portland badge, doing your thing, ordering lunch on wednesday, august 25. you took a table by the window.
me (man): behind you in line, shorts, tee, ordering to go. i couldn't help notice you, your collected demeanor. maybe it was my delicious taco. or the season. or the stars. but i was befuddled, turned around, smitten, three minutes later - too late.
who ARE you? can we meet?
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