My name is Nicole Starmen I was at starbucks

My name is Nicole Starmen I was at starbucks ordering my drink but realize I had left my wallet at home. I heard a huskey british voice that sounded like Harry Styles.

say, "I'll pick that up for you. Wait, is this a pick-up line?" He winked. My jaw dropped. "I'm a.. Starmen." I stammered. "So am I" Styles replied. Then the barista yelled

something about how her professors promised she could get a real job with a degree in English and Literature. He leaned in close and whispered, "Do you want to get out of here and

conjugate at my place?" Suddenly moist, she stammered something that must have sounded like "OK". He touched the small of her back & she felt a bit like Jane Eyre.

"Actually, Mr. Rochester, I must decline your invitation to conjugate" she muttered breathlessly, hoping against hope that her attempt at grammatical humor would not dissuade him.

Mr. Rochester paused. Could she possibly have declined his advances, in such a breathless, comely manner? And so politely, he noted. "Then," he said, "at this present participle, I

run off to the coast of Panama and sail in my yacht! See yah losers!!!!" Mr. Rochester was soon fired.

Jobless, Mr. Rochester was pleasantly surprised to learn that the condo his mother had left him had quadrupled in value. He cashed out and headed not south, but north. North to the

place where sandwiches were a staple; Mexico.

Regis smiled. "A place where sandwiches are a staple. And you said... Mexico? Is that your final answer?" I nodded my head. "Final answer." Then I thought, "No, wait TACOS! (damn)"