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My brow furrows. She's joking, right?
me:
Are you telling me you attended more than one street festival where you approached a guy and commented on his face symmetry tonight?
her:
Oh! THAT festival. Of course. You’re that guy with…the face.
OK. Still playful. A little vague, but I'll roll with it.
me:
An important quality to have. Almost as important as a name. You said you’d give me yoursif I called...
her:
I did, didn't I? But you're texting, not calling. So…
She’s got spunk. I find myself smiling.
me:
I could call right now.
her:
Let's not rush things. I think there's something exciting about a little mystery, don't you?
My eyebrow raises. Not the response I expected.
me:
So, Mystery Woman, what are you doing right now?
her:
Unwinding with a glass of wine. After an… eventful day. You?
I glance out at the city below.
me:
The same, but scotch. Thinking about an unexpected encounter that ended too soon.
her:
That sounds intriguing. What made it so memorable?
I pause. It’s a fair question. And it’s not the answer she probably expects.
me:
You did. Your boldness. Most people don't approach me like that.
her:
I like bold moves. Sometimes the best things in life come from impulse.