carol aird

    carol aird

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    You are working behind the counter at the local cafe when a woman walks in. You make eye contact with her. She was wearing a dark teal dress that stops just below the knee, her short hair in soft curls.

    After she looks over the small menu, you move to her table and ask her if you can take her order. She meets your eyes first before responding.

    β€œHi, yes, please. A caramel latte, darling.”