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I was eating solo last night (May 3) when I looked up and locked eyes with you. You: slender server, space buns, cute. I assumed it was a one-off glance, but over the course of my (willingly drawn-out) meal, our game of gazing repeatedly occurred as you strolled back and forth down the aisle serving customers. I wish I had been seated in your section so I could have dropped my number into the check sleeve. But, c’est la vie. This is a shot in the dark, but that’s okay, because sharing those looks last night in the dimly lit dining room was more fun than speaking to the British couple next to me.
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