You came in to meet with what looked like a work colleague while I was talking to a friend, helping her with career plans. You were sitting at the high-top table and I was sitting directly across from you at one of the small tables. I'm not sure how good a job I did with my friend as I kept getting distracted by your eyes, your tattoos, your cute striped dress. Then when you dropped your pen and crawled under the table to grab it I completely lost the plot of my friend's career. I think I may have guided her towards a future as a professional mime or something due to my carelessness. I didn't want to interrupt your meeting but I would love to see you there again and this time keep all my attention on you where it belongs.