Steve (changed the name to protect the not so innocent) was stopped at the red light when he saw her from his car. She was gorgeous. What an excellent opportunity to meet someone he thought.
He went around the block, parked his car and went right to that office where he saw the girl. He went inside and tripped on the carpet and fell like a ton of bricks right in front of this girl's desk. She didn't know how to react. She didn't know whether she should laugh or show concern for this poor guy. When Steve got up laughing she started laughing too. He then said with satisfaction in his face
"I knew you had a smile that could light up the room."
Then he turned around getting ready to leave, saying goodbye. The girl looked at him with a puzzled look on her face asking him
"Can I help you with anything? You must've been looking for something when you first came into the office."
"Not really" he replied, "I saw you from the street and thought you could use a laugh so I orchestrated this whole falling thing to see if I can make you smile. And just as I thought, you do have a smile that can light up the entire room. Sorry, I'm so rude I didn't even introduce myself. Hi my name is Steve."
I m Carrie.
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The pathology of the poet says that the undevout astronomer is mad the pathology of the very plain man says that the genius is mad and between these extremes, which stand for ten thousand analogous excesses, the sovereign reason takes the part of a moderator and does what it can. I do not think that there is a pathology of the occult dedications, but about their extravagances no one can question, and it is not less difficult than thankless to act as a moderator regarding them.