snapshot - ashton irwin

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we drove back to the park again, where we first started, and parked in the same place.

 

i lead you down the street, to a salad shop called chop’t.

 

it was my absolute favorite place in the city, and i was hoping you’d like it too.

 

the way it worked was, you chose everything that you wanted in your salad, the type of lettuce, toppings, and dressing.

 

they then took these giant knives and chopped it all up, mixing it together in the process.

 

and then, voila, you have a perfectly crafted salad.

 

we stood in line for a few minutes, and then it was our turn.

 

your chose your items quickly, and so did i, already having the perfect mixture memorized from the many other times i had eaten here.

 

they took your order, and started chopping.

 

you stood in awe for just a second, watching the man twirl the knives around skillfully.

 

you then turned to me and whispered, “this is so cool.”

 

i nodded, and took out my wallet to pay for our salads.

 

you did the same, and i stopped you. “i’ve got this,” i said, not giving you any room to argue.

 

we ate our salads and enveloped each other in a conversation about music, and as it turns out, we liked a few of the same bands.

 

and, lord, i was falling for you faster and faster every second.

 

i walked outside when i was finished, and took a few pictures of you through the window, sitting at the counter.

you took a bite of your salad and right after, i yelled, “smile!”

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i really love this salad shop so i had to put it in ya