Okay, okay, this thread needs a REAL story. All this one sentence bullshit, MAKE SOME ****ING CONVERSATION. Alright so here goes this story;
I was young, I just moved to a foreign city. It was covered it white, glowing lights of warmth shone from high-rises in all tiny windows. I was a lonely man then, no prospects at hand. Each day I discovered different facets of my new home. Soon though, the scent of freshness wore off and I quickly realized I was without company. As suddenly as I realized this thought, there she was. Medium build, blonde hair and an Elizabeth Montgomery nose. "Can I help you?" she asked as I browsed the retail shop she worked in. "Um, yeah looking for a sketch book." I said, surprised I was able to project the words from my mouth as I was struck by her beauty, "Oh they're other here, let me show you!" she said excitedly. Like that, we ended up talking for half an hour and I noticed it was my time to leave as I was about the descended the stairs I paused, turned and said "Hey, as you know, I'm new in town, any chance we can catch up and hang out? I don't know this city very well." I said pulling the metaphorical trigger. "Oh sure, there take my number!" she said ask she scribbled down her digits on some scrap paper. This was only the beginning.
TO BE CONTINUED