I was sitting in the window waiting on an order. I tilted my head in an attempt to crack my neck while you were walking out with your to go box. Our eyes met, we both smiled. I could not make out the words on your lips as you passed.
I saw you in your truck, in the lot before I left behind you. You had stopped at the exit for some reason.
You took a right at the light and I went left. I wanted to approach you. To follow in hopes of getting your number.
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