[She's not looking, you're looking. She has better things to do with her time than subtly ogle the guy who very smoothly said 'maybe not'. If there's a patch of skin revealed when he stretches and his shirt lifts, well.
Anyway.]
It better not be a lousy burger joint. That poem was gold.
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Anyway.]
It better not be a lousy burger joint. That poem was gold.