I couldn’t help noticing you. I thought you were a girl, I saw you from behind and saw your messy long ponytail and then suddenly I heard your manly voice. I heard you speaking to a coworker and you sounded like you knew what you were doing. You looked fragile but your voice was so reassuring it was a turn on.
I’m sure you are young and probably into the arts. I want to see you again. You’re a barista at the alewife Starbucks, the one next to whole foods. I’d like to meet you if you read this.
You prob didn’t notice me as you were so busy doing mobile orders. I was the thicc girl wearing a long black fuzzy coat, long wavy brown hair, intense gaze and glasses. I may not be your type but I still want to at least be friends.
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