Jenny's Perspective
I strutted down the busy street in my white heels.
I wore a melon pink shirt and white shorts. It was the middle of summer and I felt great.
I walked into a cafe to get myself a drink. I was famished.
While in line I couldn't help but think that the cashier sounded so familiar. He didn't look like anyone I knew, yet he sounded as if I knew him my whole life.
When it was finally my turn to order, I caught a glimpse of his name name tag.
"Hi, Namjoon"
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