I saw his face in his side-view mirror. He was definitely looking at me. I quickly flashed back to what I’d been doing for the past several minutes at that stoplight. Nothing embarrassing. I took a quick glance up at my rearview. Yes. I looked good. I looked at him again. Handsome. Very handsome.
*We pull over two blocks later, and talk for several minutes before he asks me on a date. He’s tall, works in finance, and loves cats. I spend the rest of the day catching butterflies with my internal organs.*
Imagination is a beautiful thing.
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