He's wearing hospital scrubs. I like that even more.
I'm having an exceptionally good look day. Cute, wispy hair; fuschia pink blouse showcasing my waist and my own dark skin. Feeling good. Looking good.
We flirt.
He jokes.
I laugh.
He asks, "Would you like some dental floss?"
Without blinking, I say, "Yes, thank you."
He does a teeth check for me after I floss and asks for my number anyway.
In life, sometimes you need a little spinach tooth.
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