You came in to east is east (in kits) with a couple (who I assumed were your parents). I was working, wearing a black dress and ponytail. As soon as I made eye contact with you I got little butterflies. I brought you to your table. I was not your server but I did help your table a few times. And for as long as you were in the restaurant, I was peeking out of the corner of my eye at your kind eyes and soft smile and luscious hair. And I felt like every time we did make eye contact, it lingered a bit. Really wishing I could of thought of a way to talk to you or slip you my number. Wonder if I will ever see you again.