The woman stood in front of me in the line at Starbucks. She looked about 40, fit, dressed for a professional job. She was dark skinned and dark haired – maybe of Indian descent. I edged a bit closer, the line was cramped. Her hair smelled of apples.
She turned and glanced at me. “Oh, hello,” she said, as if she recognized me. Good lord, she was beautiful. But I didn’t recognize her. As far as I knew I’d never seen her before.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to . . .
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