Hi. Do you mind if I sit here with you? Thank you.
Oh, hi again. You're really pretty. I saw you as soon as I came in this place, and I...
God, I'm sorry. I'm a little flustered. It's just, when you look at me like that, I don't even know you, but I feel like you can see me.
Oh, wow. I'm glad I'm sitting down. Yeah, you just... I don't know. Pretty girls always make me really nervous. Yeah, you're a pretty girl.
Oh, but I wanted to fight the nerves, because I really wanted to introduce myself to you. Hi. My name is Dungreese. It's a giant, unbelievable, unimaginable pleasure to meet you.
Oh my God. This is going great. Hi. You're really pretty. I think you're really pretty. Have I made a terrible impression? I swear, I'm not normally this flustered. I'm just...
Oh, like I said, pretty girls make me nervous.
So come here often? Yeah? Well, I've got to come around then more. I'd love to run into you a few more times. Maybe if I run into you enough, I might build up the courage to hand you my number.
Yeah, so maybe one day when I meet you, I might bring up the courage to write down my number and give it to you.
And then maybe you'll take the number and we can exchange a few nervous texts and pictures of our breakfast and coffee and the sky in the morning.
And the moon at night until I drunkenly message you that I want to go on a date with you.
And we can go on that date and it can be so amazing. And sparks would fly and our hands would touch over the popcorn bucket and we'd share a coke with two straws and I lady in the tramp some Twizzlers as we watch some...
Are you into horror? Because I'm into horror movies. Some next blockbuster hit or next slasher fic on the big screen and then I'll bring you home.
I'll hold you close, give you a hug, feel your hair against my cheek and do some dopey romantic shit like whispering in your ear that I really, really want to kiss you.
But I'm too nervous too and hope you'll get the hint to kiss me.
Because I'm nervous around pretty girls. And that won't ever end and you'll always be a pretty girl and you make me nervous.
And maybe even you'll get the hint that we'll kiss. And it'd be a really good one. It'd be a really good kiss, wouldn't it?
I can only imagine how soft your lips would be against mine.
How tender the way you'd press against me, push my back against the door and I'd be so close to you and I'd kiss you back.
Yeah. Yeah. Maybe we'll do that. You have my number.
Alright. Bye pretty girl.
