I’m sitting on a bench near the pier. As I hold the leash of my friend’s dog, a cute guy who looks to be around my age, or a bit older, walks past.

“Hey,” he says, and my neck snaps towards him.

“Cute dog.”

I blush, panicking at what to say, even though it isn’t even a big deal. It’s not even my dog. Finally, my stupid mouth spews out some poorly chosen words.

“Uh-err— it’s— um— YOU’RE WELCOME.”

As you can see, I’m a real smooth talker.

P.S. I actually have more embarrassing moments, but this is the most recent.