Sunday, April 08, 2012



he took another gulp of wine. the server stopped by, asking about dessert. she took the menu, and he followed. as they read, he blinked hard, his fuzzy brain realizing the meal was almost over and he had yet charmed her off her feet. after the server left with their order, he mumbled an apology, embarrassed. unknown that in her perspective, she thought that it was cute watching his brain skidding over the wine, clumsily landing in any direction it led him.


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