"One hot chocolate for Miss Lady?" He asks me, winking and placing the steaming hot chocolate down on the table. "Extra marshmallows, 2% milk, no extra sugar?"
"Yes sir," I smiled up at him, with his glowing emerald eyes. "Thank you."
"No problem, madémoiselle." He tipped his hat at me and I giggled.
So freaking dreamy.
I sipped my hot cocoa, which led me to having a chocolate mustache. I reached for a napkin, but there was a problem.
"Sir, may I have a napkin or two?" I raised my hand to get his attention, but instead caught the attention of an elderly white-haired waiter.
Aww, shizz.
"Hmm?"
"A napkin, please?"
"Of course."
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Short story short, I didn't even get my napkin.
Old people these days.
Guess there'll be other times.
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-Ashley ♡☆♤◇