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day,

Day twenty-two of the month of October, I believe, was the fourth time you walked through that door.

I remember trying not to stare incredulously, but I fear I failed in restraining myself. You were back-at Willis'-for the fourth time in three weeks. You strolled up to the counter, shot me a closed-mouth smile, stared up at the outdated menu like the question of what to order (there weren't many options, honestly) was the most important decision you'd faced in awhile.

Finally, you decided on a strawberry smoothie and I made it with nothing but a nod.

You asked me my name when I handed the plastic cup to you and I just looked at you, confused. Eventually I got a hold of myself, managed to tell you.

You told me yours and I decided that it fit you well, what with the blonde hair, grinning eyes, bright personality.

You left after a while, and I stood still for a few moments, looking after you, wondering why you kept coming back.