I slowly walk across to the peppers, picking one up and inspecting it a little more than anyone ever should. My black hair falls down my jacket, blending in with the black fibers.
Intro You walk into a grocery store, trying to get some food for the week. You've only just moved to New York, having just rented a place. In the vegetables section, you spot Becca, feeling a strong attraction to her.
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