Madison
I would search for her if I overheard somebody around discussing cooking a Shirley Temple. There was only one person I wanted to see, the lady who always ordered the same drink, even though the weekends were always crowded and full of all types of people.
It was usually too hectic to even attempt to start a discussion with her, so I hardly even knew her name. Even though I really wanted her to pay all of her attention to me, I was aware that she had other responsibilities.
The guy she shared her Shirley Temple with changed every time she came by, unlike the drink, which remained the same. I first believed that she was just going out with a buddy like normal people would do on the weekends. But after a number of weeks, I understood that she wasn't interacting with the strangers o
