Today while standing in a Starbucks queue, the barista I have a crush on saw me.
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Barista:
What's your name again?
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Me:
Joan.
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Barista:
Sorry?
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Me:
JOAN.
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Barista:
Ah, yes, Joan! I hope you forgive me, Joan!
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Me:
(gives him a puzzled look)
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Barista:
(smiles)