Saturday Afternoons
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Continúa28m
Última publicación sáb, mar 10, 2018
"Thanks for the coffee," He glanced at my white shirt where my name tag was pinned. "Alyssa." He smiled, his dimples showing. "I should go."
I blushed slightly, hearing my name roll off his tongue. Next thing I know it he's almost out the door.
"Ah, screw it." I muttered to myself before calling out, "Wait!"
He turned around, his golden eyes meeting mine. "Yes, Alyssa?"
Gosh, he really needed to stop saying my name like that.
I approached him with a newfound confidence. "Now you know my name, it's only fair that I get to know yours."
The guy smirked, he leaned his arm against the door handle. "Why not?"
I stayed quiet, anticipating his next words. The smirking boy's eyes stayed amused.
"My name's Parker."
With that, he was gone.
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Where an adventurous yet shy boy and a reserved but ambitious girl get to know each other every Saturday afternoon.
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