My Morning Coffee

I was in the grocery store early one morning aimlessly wandering the aisles. I was hungry but I couldn’t figure out what I was hungry for. I turned down the coffee aisle and there he stood, reading the back of some package. He had short blonde hair and the most amazing blue eyes I’d ever seen. He glanced up for only a second, but it was long enough for our eyes to lock momentarily. He went back to his reading so I pushed my cart past him and mulled over a shelf of snack cakes at the end of the aisle.

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