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What I wouldn’t give to kiss that dang scone with my lips

I would’ve liked to say that was my last interaction with said ht there Like the unhinged individual I was becoer out of the store and shouted, “Hey! Hey! Wait up!”

He looked over his shoulder at me, and I saw the annoyance that shot across his face He turned forward and kept walking, forcingHow tall was that guy? His single strides were double the length of my aard run

“Excuse me!” I hollered as he opened the back door to his car—a very pricy-looking vehicle with his driver sitting in the front Before the door fully opened, I hopped in front of it “Excuseafter you”

“I don’t have time for California weirdness, lady”

Oh, so you’re not a California native Obviously, Mr Accent

I smiled that “you can’t help but love me” smile “My name’s Stella”

“Didn’t ask”

Okay, perhaps he could help but love me, but alas

I wanted to continueto co scone “Yes, but I figured it would be easier if ere on a first-name basis Then it would make this interaction more personal”

“I don’t do personal”

“Well, I’lad to announce that I am a professional at personal So I can take the lead, and you can follow We can do a little one-two-cha-cha-cha tango of conversation” I cha-cha’d in front of him He wasn’t amused

He blankly blinked six times in a row “Move”

“But!”

“I have places to be, all right?!” he snapped “So move”

“I will, I swear After you give me the blueberry scone”

“You’re a psychopath”

“Yeah, okay, cool Call ive me that scone”

He grirumbled with narrowed eyes, “You e with the scone He pulled it out slowly and rubbed his fingers all over it

I didn’t care I had a public education and survived bobbing for apples in grade school Germs didn’t freak me out