The boy reached us and very politely said to mum (I kept my head down!) “excuse me for interrupting, I’m Peter and I couldn’t help but notice your attractive daughter and I was wondering if we might get better acquainted”
Oh no. This was one of my worst nightmares coming true in a coffee shop. No chance to prepare or to get ready or even take a deep breath. Surely mum would get me out of this. Surely.
I sat quietly with my legs together. I think I was sweating. My head was swimming in the hope that this was a dream. Mind you he was quite an attractive boy. What am I thinking. Attractive boy. I am a boy.
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