I was on a day trip from Dover to France, I do this trip at least once a month. On this trip there were three coach loads of youths, so I was in for a noisy trip. As is my habit I went into to restaurant for a meal. With all the youths the place filled up, I found a table in the corner next to a window. As I started my meal a youth came up to my table and stood looking down at his feet.
He didn't speak, but I got the idea, so I asked him if he wanted to sit down or would he rather wait for me to finish. He sat down, I kept eating, but slowed down. He looked about nineteen and was the best bit of eye candy that I'd seen in a very long time. I finished my meal and he finished his. He looked like he wanted to talk, but didn't seem to know how to start. I talked to him, but his only reply was a nod of his head.
France approached, I didn't want the trip to end and when he looked up I could see that neither did he. They made an announcement for coach trips to return to their coaches, a man came over to our table and told AARON to go to their exit point. Aaron squeezed my knee and ran out of the restaurant. Oh shit. Love labours lost. Then I had a thought everybody who came over on this boat went back on the same return boat. I would see him on the way home.
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