To the boy who bought me a Kombucha at the grocery store.
Kombuchas are stupidly expensive and I only purchase them on days when my energy is at an all time low (read: hungover). But when I walked up to your register, you scanned my purchase and said “It’s on me today. Have a good one.”
I didn’t flirt with you for my drink. You didn’t ask for my number. You just gave it to me because you wanted to. I didn’t know what to say then, but I wish I’d said, “You just brightened my day.”
Seeking Misadventure 