A short story about an introverted collage student, Charlie, and his failed attempt at giving the girl he likes, Ryann, his number.
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"Oh." I utter softly as a blush creeps its way up my cheeks, "umm...a hi Ry...Ryann welcome to Jeune Amoureux, may you take my order...I mean take our, your order"
'Stupid stupid, stupid' I think to myself.
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On my way over I look at the cup to see what was written, on it was my phone number, I shook my head at my friends silliness. Me being me, still with my head down, I tripped and spilled the drink over, guess who, Ryann herself.
Low-key thinking of rewriting and lengthening this book