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sometimes

Sometimes, you didn't even sit in the booths, as expected of a customer.

You would stand next to the counter, leaning casually over whatever you had ordered-those first couple months you made your way through the entire menu at a painfully slow pace. Then you would start talking about whatever was on your mind, whatever came to mind. When I became comfortable enough around you, I would hoist myself up to sit on the counter and listen, speaking up every so often.

Our conversations were always random, but it was refreshing. I'd never had the pleasure of hearing such a passionate storyteller, someone who painted such vivid imagery with words, so much so that I could see the pictures rolling beneath my eyelids like an animated movie.

I don't know why I didn't expect it, you, so full of surprises.