And then someone looks at you like you're the best thing they've seen all week and you hope you're not looking at them the same way because that would mean giving yourself in. It all feels like a con, but a good one. It feels so natural but it should not, you panic because it's too quick, it's too swift, it's too easy, it feels too good too soon.
Let's go to the market on Sunday, let's do something cute.
The waiting game begins and you receive a message from someone from a month back who says you're intriguing and you know exactly what that means so you lie and say you're out of the city and not coming back.
And then secretly wish you'll bump into them on City Road.
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