Launderette

By Grace Galton

Josh closed the dryer and stole a glance at the girl of his dreams. Five weeks at college and he was still too shy to start a conversation.

The cycle finished. Reluctantly he collected his laundry and left.

“Josh!”

He turned, delighted.

“How do you know my name?”

She held up a sock and laughed “Name tag.”

Thanks, Mum he thought.