I was in the skatepark, skating like always. The wind blew through my hair as I skated, something was missing. I'd sigh, doing one last trick and heading over to the café on the other side of the street. Thats where I met you, working at the register, efficiently. Your pen glided over the receipts given to the customers. Finally. It was my turn in line. "Ah, hello. May I get a breakfast sandwich? No cheese, please." You'd nod, handing me the receipt. I'd sit down outside, the wind was soft.
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