A short story about an introverted collage student, Charlie, and his failed attempt at giving the girl he likes, Ryann, his number. . . . "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. . . . 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
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