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First Date

Direct eye contact

Across the table

I giggle 

He smirks

We fiddle our thumbs

On glasses filled

With things unsaid

Then silence

Fills it to the brim

He compliments 

A thank you, escapes my lips 

I laugh nervously

The electricity in the air 


Then more laughter

And smiles

Shoulders relax

Conversation ensues

A connection is made

Over dinner

Sincerely yours,

Just Another Millennial 

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