You had primo seats right where the A's players walk out. You were there with two of your beautiful friends and you were the most stunning. You had gorgeous brown hair in French braids wearing a white tank top and cut off shorts. With your sunglasses on, you were basking in the sun, letting your skin radiate beauty.
I was down in the walkway getting ready for my post game assignment. I stood right next to you for the 9th inning and wanted to muster up the courage to say something, shoot my shot. I was too nervous because everyone I work with was around and I didn't want to embarrass myself.
Did you feel the same as me? Were you interested in getting to know me a bit?
Let me know, because I can't stop thinking about you...
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