Losing My Composure

So I was approaching the bank teller window at my bank, and my favorite DREAMY teller was seated there.

Just before I took the last two steps, she looked me in the eye with her cool confidence and said in Spanish, "Hello, Joshua - how are you? How can we serve you today?"

Now the junior high school part of me still gets flustered in situations like having a cutie unexpectedly remember my name and use it to greet me.

So, in that moment at the bank window, my usual composure came undone a little bit. I needed a second to regroup!

Maybe it wasn't too obvious, since the workers in my bank probably recognize me as one of the town's gringos who is still stumbling over the language when communicating in Spanish.

Anyways, there could be a photo of her on this blog someday; she's on the list of local men and women I keep thinking of as possible models for my photography hobby.