Food for thought and Delivery

By 1 GRACE PLEASANT | The accounts of a young black intellect | 16 Feb 2021

As she wrapped her lips around the fork, she reflected on thoughts from the early morning. The sensation she is feeling, right now. A rush to her lips, and a tingle in her thought. Yeah, he'll be back.

Yeah. I was thinking of this guy. He delivered my food to me. He had freckles.. He was..... (Deep breath) handsome. Wish i knew him better...
But instead, I'm left with the pleasantries of a bento box, his cologne, and that forkful.

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