I matched with someone who already knew my coffee order.
We had apparently crossed paths at the same café for months. I thought it was romantic until they admitted the barista had told them.
My whole office thinks I love hiking.
I mentioned one walk around Elk Lake during my interview and now every team-building event involves a trail. I own one pair of boots…
I move my neighbour’s recycling bin back every windy night.
They still think the municipality has an unusually attentive collection crew. I have never corrected them.
I take visitors to the same “secret” viewpoint every time.
I act like I discovered it myself even though half of Victoria is already there at sunset.
I chose an elective because the classroom was close to the bus loop.
It ended up becoming my favourite course and quietly changed what I want to do with my life.
My family group chat has a secret second group chat.
The second one exists only to discuss what happens in the first one. Somehow I am an administrator in both.
I have lived here for years and still get lost downtown.
I pretend I am taking the scenic route whenever someone is in the car with me.
I am tired of people stopping at the top of escalators.
There is an entire city behind you. Please take two more steps before deciding where your life is going.
“To the girl at Fernwood Coffee Shop, you dropped your book but left my heart.”
“To the guy on the 70 bus, we made eye contact the whole way.”
Victoria has stories.
What’s yours?
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