Isilmė was just finishing her (already cold) coffee, deep in thoughts, when she suddenly realized that a handsome young man (she adored red hair!) was talking to her. "Do you mind if I sit with you for a moment?" he asked, smiling pleasantly.
Isilmė was so surprised by this sudden approach that she couldn't form any coherent sentence right away. "Oh, no...not at all", she stammered and felt her face turning red. Oh great. Why did she have to be this shy!
"I mean, I would be delighted!" she continued, smiling (and trying desperately to hide her feet). Sneakers! What had she been thinking! " So what is your name? And where do you come from?" she asked finally, as he took a seat beside her.
[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: Schmendrick ]
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