She had seen him running in front of the bulls earlier. He was cute and she had the corrida as an opener, so she made her way through the cluttered bar and touched him on the shoulder.
“Is this seat taken?” she asked, smiling.
“No, help yourself,” he replied making room.
“How was the Running of the Bulls?” she asked him, “I saw you running in it.”
“Exhilarating,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “It was such a high, running in front of the bulls.”
“It looked exciting,” she said.
“It was. I’ll definitely be doing it again next year.
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