I do know this man. I mean, not really, but I do vaguely remember him. He was in Rustic Roast yesterday afternoon when Sloan and I were there getting our pumpkin spice lattes. He was sitting at a table, and we had an intense exchange of eye-fucks as I passed him. I’ve thought about him a few times since, but apparently he hasn’t stopped thinking about me.
So less than 48 hours
