Ideal Type

A man who is almost 50 years old found his ideal type of woman at mart. She is standing near entrance door. She is wearing a black beret and round glassses that fit well with her big round eyes. Without even noticing himself, he is standing in front of her. She found him. She grins little bit. He tries to keep calm. He says, “You are my type. I couldn’t just pass you by. Can I buy you a coffee?”

She takes off her beret and glasses, and she replies with smile, “I’m younger than I look like.”

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