"Do you think she knows?"
"I'm pretty sure she has to. I think you were drooling."
"No I wasn't. I barely even looked at her."
"Which is sort of awkward since you were almost talking to her."
"Almost?"
"You didn't actually use any words."
"Oh."
"You just sort of grunted."
"Oh no."
"Yeah, you just grunted at a total stranger."
"She's not a stranger. I know her name."
"Right, but she doesn't know yours. She barely even knows you exist."
"But I know she exists."
"Yeah, which just sort of makes it a little bit creepy."
"Did I really grunt at her?"
"Yeah. It was sort of an awkward grunt of acknowledgement while you nervously tried to avoid making eye contact."
"Oh no."
"I wouldn't worry about it too much. She probably thinks you're retarded."
"Shit."
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