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dilettante-debutante.

Essie was, in short, a person not exactly adept at keeping directions and remembering where places are. She managed to have quite a few friends who did have this skill set, so she never had to worry about something so menial. However, she wasn’t entirely clueless; when the ginger man before her tapped her shoulder, the young girl was eager to help.

“As a matter of fact,” she began as her hand was beginning to point down the road, “Rosie’s is one of my favorites and it’s about two blocks down the road there. It’s hard to spot since it doesn’t look like your typical coffee shop – I can show you there, if you’d like?”

            “Yeah, I’d really appreciate it. Thanks.”      He perked up at the offer of even more help and he nodded, grateful. She possessed politeness and intelligence in her tone, an attribute he’s instantly fond of       so rare to find someone of equal footing, someone dusted with dulcet tones but spilling with genius. and yet, he’s unable to crush the bashful smile flickering on his face.   

He hated asking people for help like this          not because he was anti-social or anything, he just didn’t want to come off as a bother to them, but she didn’t seem annoyed at all, and it was surprising.  Almost as an after-thought, he added,       “Oh, and I’m Sami. What’s your name?”

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