My heart thumped in my chest as I saw her stroll past me. The smoking-hot brunette often walked from her waitressing job at the Mexican restaurant to the nearby juice bar. That day, she had on a yellow dress, which made her already lovely skin look even warmer and more enticing. 

I called out to a coworker, “Hey, Joe, I gotta split for a few. Can you put this stuff away?”

But before he could answer, I was on my way out the door.

The weather had just started to warm, and she was taking full advantage of it in her killer dress. Her long hair was hanging loose; it was dark, just like her eyes. She was stunning, and I’d been trying to work up the nerve to talk to her all winter long.

But with everything springing to life outside, my courage apparently was following suit.

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