There is this quaint little tea house I find myself lurking around in my neighbourhood. Wherein a strikingly attractive, incredibly hipster man works. He's beautiful, has wonderful taste in music and makes the best London Fogs in the world.
Lately, I've considered taking a paper cup from the side bar, scrawling - in my finest chicken scratch - my name and number on it and leaving it on the counter for him to find.
I'm quite positive he knows who I am. If not "that girl who comes in and orders london fogs," I'm "that girl who talks and laughs a little too loudly and turns a startling shade of red when I look at her." So I suppose I'm not exactly a stranger.
Anyways, what do you folks think? Yay or nay? Additional commentary?
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Hehe, you're lovely. Why might you say that?