An Open Letter to a Cute Boy At Work

[zahavah]

Dear Sir,

We bonded over television commercials and languages. You took Irish, for God’s sake. You left when I said I had to work, but came back shortly thereafter to sit directly across the table from me.

I feel compelled to inform you that it’s distracting when you sit right in front of me with your crisp white button-down shirt (that is

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Katie tells it like it is; no face is spared.