I ran to the market this morning to get food for the week before class. I decided to get the things I needed from the upstairs market first and then whatever else I needed at the grocery store downstairs.
I walked to the far end to get my chicken first. Most of the stands weren’t open yet so I went to one that was. The butcher working there looked to be in his mid-20’s and was rather attractive. I walked over and asked “Beselk angoulo?” He nodded with this really stern but cool expression so I fumbeled through my order in Hungarian and he verified it in English. It was rather exciting.
Afterwards I rushed through the rest of my shopping list and took everything home before class.
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