I remember her.
Her Nike store outfit. Shorts. Tee. She was standing at the counter.
I had just finished a long day. I was working construction at the time. Dirty. Grimy.
But she turned to me.
"Hey there's a discount if you say youre a local."
She sat by me. We talked. Non stop for an hour.
She left. Said goodbye. Phone in hand.
I never asked the number. I never tried to follow.
She was beautiful. Her name was Amanda.
That was 15 years ago. I still remember.
the One that got away.