Saturday, May 18th between eight and noon. I was working the drive through
window when you came through. You were wearing a black and blue sweater,
and you had brown hair. Your smile was so contagious, and with the look you
were giving me I couldn't help but smile back the whole time we talked at
the window. As you drove away you looked back and flashed that amazing
smile back at me one last time. I wish I would have wrote my number on your
cup. If by some grand chance you see this, know that I would love an
opportunity to see your smile again.