Part 2 of a story sketch at a pizzeria

The girl felt like she should talk to the guy in the corner who was fiddling with his phone. She idled…twirling the ends of her hair with her fingers. He didn’t look up. She edged closer. He took a sip from his drink. She was just bending down to say hi when someone tapped on her shoulder. 

“I like the flower pattern on your backpack. Hi, I’m Ken,” said the professor.   
 

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