You were a dark-haired guy ahead of me in line during the last breakfast shift of the best bakery. Asked me to hold your place in line while you went and got a mask from the car, which I had also forgotten, and similarly felt bad about (clearly we are both conscientious but ruled by morning pastry-brain?!). In our conversation that followed, you mentioned that you also like Little T on Division, but then my friend showed up and I got sucked into conversation with her. We shared a couple more lines by the coffee stand, then you left with your herb cake and biscuit, leaving me wishing I'd been caffeinated enough to pass you my number.
Let's do a biscuit tour of Portland?!
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