But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms
And if you like having secret little rendezvous
If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do
Baby, I'm perfect
Baby, I'm perfect for you
And if you like midnight driving with the windows down
And if you like going places we can’t even pronounce
If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about
Baby, you're perfect
Baby, you're perfect
So let's start right now


2. ii

"Hi, how are you today?" I ask the customer, grabbing a few of her groceries from the conveyer belt.

"I'm good, thank you" she replies in a cold tone. I scan two of her Pillsbury Doughboy cinnamon roll dough. I work at this grocery store in this small town in Chicago. It's a cold scene. It's turning to winter, or as I like to say, death. I've been working here for two years and haven't gotten a higher pay..and I'm living on my own. I'm poor. It's just a small apartment. 

I see a bunch of new faces, but also the same familiar ones. Especially the sweet old people. The young, business men and women are more harsh. But one I can't wait to see almost every day is this young man. He has long brown curls. His hair is the length of mine, but more well trimmed. His name is Harry. He has only come to my line twice. He doesn't know my name. He comes nearly every day, sometimes twice in one, to buy drinks and food.

He walks in and grabs  small black basket at the front to carry a small load. I immediately smile when I see his face. Clearly the old lady I was helping noticed.

"Talk to him. Every time I see you, you're frowning until he walks in"

"I have twice" I say.

"Yes, but as a worker. Talk to him as a friend"

"I can't leave my post"

The old lady immediately calls over an old man who works here to take over my station. She pushes me over in his direction. I try to fix my strawberry curls and whipe my hands on my apron.

"Excuse me?" I say to him. He's casually inside the freezer grabbing a few sodas. There's no response. I tap his shoulder and he quickly turns around.

"Oh hey! You're that's cashier girl" he smiles with his big dimples.

"Yes, that's me"

And that's how it all started.

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