He looked like he had just worked out.
He walked to the bar.
He was wearing a cap.
Turned the wrong way.
As I like it.
Before he sat down he pulled up his pants.
Grey sweat pants.
I looked at my friend.
He looked at me.
We were looking at the same thing.
And we giggled.
My friend looked away.
I knew I had to see the face.
He ordered a beer.
Sat down.
I kept wishing he would look my way.
He turned around.
He looked at me.
He smiled.
I wanted to fall off my chair.
I whispered to my friend in excitement.
"IT´S DAVID BECKHAM".
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