There was a new girl behind the counter at the sub shop tonight. She was half my size and all of about twenty-two years old. Parts of her hair were green.

     When she asked me what I wanted, she had me feeling like the only guy in the world.

     “Twelve-inch turkey on wheat,” I said.

     She smiled a great smile. “What kind of cheese?”

     The chemistry between us was undeniable.

     Should I ask her out? Maybe take her to a movie? A Johnny Depp movie? Does Johnny Depp still make movies?

     “Swiss,” I told her.

     Social conventions restrained me from pursuing the relationship, but I entertained the thought.

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