It is a coincidence. Or maybe not... The World is small.
The asshole who left me with a pen in my hand and no phone number is at the bar. For whatever reason, he feels compelled to talk to me again.
'' That boy is spicy '', he tells me randomly during our conversation. He is pointing to a blonde shirtless Adonis youth. The boy has that rare quality to be both beautiful, desireable, and erotic all at once.
'' Yes. '' I agree out loud. ''Spicy'' means hot I think to myself.
Miscommunication is universal.
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