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Bugatti had written the words, ‘describe the perfect day’ atop a clean sheet of paper.

Andy took a long time with the question. “It would start with me waking up next to the love of my life.” Bugatti read quietly to herself in maths class. “And end with me singing in front of an arena of people.” She smiled. He was beginning to share his dreams.

‘When is the last time you sang for a crowd of people?’ She responded.

Andy laughed at the question and wrote, ‘Probably when I sang Happy Birthday for my goldfish.’

‘I have a golfish too! We have a lot in common’ She wrote back.

He invited her to lunch for the first time that day and she was able to cross more questions off of the list, asking him to tell his life story, what he was the most grateful for in life, if he had a hunch about how he’d die which easily tied into the crystal ball question, and she got him to tell her something he liked about her. “I love that you’re interested in me.”

“You’re such an interesting person.” She gushed. “I love your singing voice.” She offered her own answer to the question. “I mean, I love your talking voice too but there’s something captivating about your voice that’s able to calm me or get me excited.”

“Excited?” He arched an eyebrow.

She blushed. “Mhmm.” She bit her lip and winked as the bell rang for class to resume. In that moment she knew she had him.

Notes

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