Dating My Ex’s Uncle
I parked and walked up to the counter where a middle-aged man, probably the owner, was busy spinning the sugary treat.
“Evening,” he greeted, his voice warm and welcoming. “What can I get for you?”
“Evening,” I replied, smiling. “I’ll take a couple of those candy flosses.”
“Got a sweet tooth, huh?” he chuckled, expertly twirling the pink cotton candy onto a stick.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Not exactly. These are for my wife.”
The man’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Ah, a treat for the missus. She must be something special.”
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