I used to go to Donald's market at Hastings and nanaimo. Everytime my feet passed the entrance I got anxious if you might be working today. The times I actually went to your register there certainly was some kind of chemistry even if only rudimentary words were exchanged. It was never even a smile, more like anything I remember your eyes, whenever we locked eyes I had butterflies in my stomach. I never had the courage to ask you out to take a joyride around the closed of pne on my Honda motorcycle, I don't even know If this was me... But I do think about you from time to time. Your name was Amy. I do remember you lol if you read this and I'm not totally mistaken after all That time leave me a reply and I might buy an 80s motorcycle again just because of it...