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I suppose a quick "Hello" couldn't hurt.
As he approached her, he felt an odd sense of magnetism that he wasn’t sure he had ever felt before.
Maybe when passing an In-N-Out Burger on the highway or guided by the smokestack from a Cinnabon in a shopping mall of his youth, but nothing quite on the level of how he was walking towards this woman in a café in the center of Utrecht.
She didn't take her eyes from his. If she blinked, she did it at the exact moment that he did, because he never saw it. She had brown hair and lots of it. Something like a shampoo commercial and if she were to wave her head side to side at that moment, her hair would flow--certainly in slow motion--and she would smile throughout. Probably with overly
