<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Incident on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/incident/</link><description>Recent content in Incident on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/incident/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Kiss the Girl</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/kiss-the-girl/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/kiss-the-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Don’t look, but I think that girl over there likes you. She keeps glancing over here, checking you out.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I already knew who Tamlyn was talking about and I looked across the bar in the woman’s direction.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What the hell, Ella? I said don’t look!” Tamlyn whispered with her hand cupped around her mouth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oops. Luckily, the woman was looking down through a collection of magazines or journals of some sort that were strewn haphazardly across the table of the booth she was occupying. She had a computer open and a stack of sticky notes. There was a wooden pencil that she placed in her mouth like a horse’s bit while she typed. Her brunette hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore thick plastic rimmed glasses. I thought that she was beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>