We're Just Friends
The lady announced, taking off the apron on her.
"Alright, mademoiselle." Said the young man. The woman strode out, a middle aged man stepping in. "Fred, what's up?"
"Logan Smith, how do you do?" He smiled and both men exchanged compliments.
Becky, on the other hand, stole glances at the young man. She could have sworn he had blue eyes. A dazzling smile remained on his lips as he spoke to Fred. He was handsome to Becky, and not in a complimentary way, but in an exciting manner. She needed to speak with him. Normally, Becky wasn't an outspoken person, but she had been trying.
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