Lost Country Boy || Open
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âWell, ya know.. I donât rightly know.â Bob laughed apologetically. City folks could get their panties in a bunch quick, but this woman seemed pretty nice. She had stopped and responded, even smiled, and that was more than most passerbys did.Â
He took another looked around. âYou see, I parked down here with my truck. Itâs a red Ford, kinda beat up, has a white stripe, but I canât remember where I parked the darn thing.â He laughed again, mostly at himself. âAll these streets just look the same to me, but I think there was ah⌠aâŚâ Bob scratched his head, âA coffee shop near it? I parked it on the street.â He wasnât sure if that was helpful or not.
by a coffee shop? she quickly scanned her memory of what cafes there were nearby. though she was still relatively new to the city - had only been there a little over half a year - sheâd pretty quickly gotten a good sense of the whereabouts of the majority of the coffee shops in the area. they were a good source of inspiration for her own recipes, after all.
well ... the nearest one that she was aware of was only a few blocks away - the cafe that she worked at. perhaps they could start there?
â ah, i think i might be able to help you there. here, letâs try going this way first. let me know if anything starts looking familiar, okay? âÂ
she took a few steps forward, turning back with a smile to make sure he was following along.
â new in town? or just visiting? â













