****Heart. Be. Still.****
He's Mediterranean (weakness #1)
He can cook...really, really well (weakness #2)
He has a great accent (weakness #3)
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He invites me to jump the line ahead of him. I accept wondering if he's gonna check out my butt (please don't be a creep!). He's in the middle of complimenting me on my hair (just got a new haircut, btw) when the wind whips in and blows some papers out of his hand. He goes running after them. I offer to help, but he insists that he's okay. He runs behind the food kiosk searching for the rest of his stash, laughing at himself.
It's my turn to order now. I look around wanting to ask him if he'd like me to order something for him since the line is growing longer by the second. But he has disappeared. I collect my chicken tahini wrap and walk back to my car thinking..."I bet his name was Luca...or something Mediterraneanly sexy like that!"
5 comments:
ooooooooooohhhh la la, girl.
Now you'll have some one else to think about.....
xo Misty
He didn't come back....?
Sounds like you need to go a' searchin'.
That is just a tragedy...
Oh, the brief encounters can be cherished. For all you'll ever know he'll remain that brilliant prize in your head or your dreams.
And then, if you do run into him again, throw yourself into the wind and insist that you need catching, too!
I love these brief moments...they leave so much to imagine for the rest of the day. *ahhh*
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