Where Are You From?

So last night when I was typing up about my rainy day the guy next to me kept looking over… And eventually asked where I was from.

“Sydney, Australia.”

“Oh. Okay. I was wondering, because I wanted to know where such a beautiful girl came from.”

Smooth buddy.
Except I’m not interested.
And reaching over, taking my hand from the keyboard and giving it a soft kiss is not the way to get me any more interested.



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