Three years ago, I (female, blonde) was in Mariano’s when they were doing renovations, and venting aloud about how confusing it was because I couldn’t figure out where they had put the milk. You, (male, tall with dark hair) joined me in complaining. For those two minutes, I felt like I met a kindred spirit. I don’t open up to strangers easily, but it felt like you weren’t a stranger at all.
Unfortunately, my boyfriend was there. However, we found where they were hiding the milk.
Six months later, the boyfriend was gone. However, I always wondered if I would see you again. Maybe I’ve forgotten your face already? But when I’m at Mariano’s, I often wonder if I’ll run into you again.
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