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  • I've never talked about him but, his name is simple, Bryan. He never smiles, never laughs, never talks, never even frowns; at least not to me. He has beautiful green eyes that shimmer in the sunlight and his teeth sparkle like the Crest whitening strip commercials. We go to the same bookstore every Sunday afternoon. We both pick up the newspaper or a novel and a coffee or tea and decide to sit down in the same spot everyday- the back corner. After an hour or so he gets up, walks away. He throws his trash out with his left hand in the second garbage can, he holds the door for an elderly woman, grabs the ball for a child in the street, and picks up a dollar for the young girl buying candy next door. This is similar to the routine every Sunday afternoon in which I've decided to look forward to when Saturday at work is dragging on.
    He had to have an exam done today at the hospital I work at. It just so happens I was one of the radiologists lucky enough to see him and perform his x-ray today. I didn't tell him that I see him every Sunday, I didn't want to scare him away. Although he was the one saying the shocking information when, at the end of his appointment, he said, "Meet me there at your usual time and we can have coffee together this Sunday. Okay?"
    I called my momma and told her I was in love with a boy with a simple name such as Bryan who never even frowns. I told momma how his beautiful green eyes shimmer in the sunlight and that his teeth sparkle like the Crest whitening strip commercials. I told my momma we were having coffee at the bookstore on Sunday afternoon and we'll probably sit in the back corner for an hour or so.
    Maybe the next guy you see at the bookstore on Sunday afternoon you'll look at differently.
    Even if he has a simple name like Bryan.
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