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the girl of my dreams

Every time I raised my head, I saw the girl who sat in front of our table.

She looked young and mature. She had long, black hair and dimples formed when she talked. She had a focused expression when typing on her phone. Like there are important things she cares about a lot and wants to achieve. She looked like a character I'd seen in a TV show.

Next to us, a mother shouted at her daughter. The waitress recieved money from a customer.

I want to be with her so much.