The bolt in my seatpost was so stripped that you had to use a dremel on it, and that wasn't the only time sparks were flying. I hope you were flirting when you told me I looked like Emma Stone. I think you're super cute, and I liked talking to you (it's a shame it was only for 20 minutes). I wanted to ask you out while I was there, but I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable at work, so here I am dedicating this little slice of the internet to you.