Yes.
Her voice is still in my head.
She said yes.
I was SURE she'd decline.
I was just being nice...
Crap, what if she thinks its a date?
I can't date a girl without a name, anyways.
....
She arrives at the frozen yogurt place blotchy-faced.
She has a slight limp as she approaches me.
Never noticed that before.
She sits across from me, her eyes red.
This isn't a date right?
I shake my head.
No, I just like yogurt.
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Gavin, tsk tsk.
-A m e l i a
