“We worked together at McDonalds. I was in a deep depression at...

“We worked together at McDonalds.  I was in a deep depression at the time.  It felt like my mind was dying.  Hours passed.  Days passed.  I just tried to keep to myself and make the fries.  But she was different.  She was friends with everybody.  Always smiling.  Always blushing.  Always talking.  One morning it was snowing outside, and she walked in the front door, covered in snow, and she started dancing and twisting on the floor mat, and the snow was falling off her, and the light was behind her, and she looked like an angel to me.  But we never spoke.  Her friends kept telling me that she had a crush on me, but I was too shy.  Sometimes we’d be at the same post together, and both of us would just stare at the computer screen.  If we accidentally looked at each other, we’d look away really fast.  Then one night we both finished around 10 pm and we sat alone in the break room.  We started talking a little bit.  She couldn’t sit still.  She kept getting up and walking around the room.  I told her that people were saying she liked me.  She didn’t respond.  She just stared at the wall.  Then after a long time she finally looked at me.  I put my arm around her shoulder, and we kissed.”
(London, England)