Story behind this picture: I went to Starbucks in the city to order a coffee and when they asked for what name it was under, I said ‘Jane’. When I moved aside to pay, I hear this male voice beside me saying “I’ll have a vanilla frappe, put it under ‘Tarzan’ and I’ll pay for her order.” I insisted he really didn’t have to, but he said he’d do anything for someone with such beautiful hair and eyes. After we received our drinks, we sat down and started talking, making jokes and exchanging details. Maybe Jane really did meet her Tarzan.
Ugh why can’t cute things like this happen to me??