"You look pensive."
My former history teacher shows up in the Little Shop of Harmony just as I'm more or less dozing off behind the counter. I blush and am suddenly seventeen again - not in a good way.
But even though you are not seventeen anymore, you learn something new every day from people who inspire you. My teacher did not recognise me the first time we met here in the shop. But after I told him (blushing, as always) that I used to be his student, he makes sure to stop for a little chat every time he comes in. That old school politeness! It is enchanting. I want to be like that - caring even though the person may mean little to me.
I stopped blushing and became even more pensive.
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