You saw him at Dunkin Donuts.

You saw him when you were standing at the back of the line.

You only went there because there was no time to linger in Starbuck's.

...no time to criss-cross your legs in an almost comfortable overstuffed chair with your fake chai tea & your paper that you'd pretend to read instead of get caught people watching or worst of all sulking.

If you had to guess you'd think he might be 18.

You wonder how long he's had that terrible acne (the kind where you look for a place to rest your eyes where there isn't redness or bumps that look like they hurt).

You feel worse when you see his stubbly neck. At first glance you think the giant red...(or is it closer to purple?) spots are hickies...there's one GIANT one on each side of his neck for balance.

You even consider kidding him about it (you figured if he had the confidence about it to flaunt those big honker spots in broad daylight on a Sunday in March, you might as well acknowledge it).

You finally get to the front of the line & end up saying nothing about any of it.

You order your tea & look directly into his blue eyes while shoving five bucks into the tip jar.

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