I love them soooo much.
Whether they call me “honey,” “baby,” “handsome,” or “sugar,” they make me feel like the most desirable male on the planet. Every night I’ve been making 30-second conversations with one cafeteria server, Flora. However, between the good weather and random local block parties, I’m soon going to run out of topics to bring up.
What else can I talk to her about - just short of asking her out this weekend?
Actually, what a great idea.
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