we’ve met before. in another life, or maybe just a dream idk. our eyes locked during a thunderstorm at rainforest cafe. my heart skipped a beat and i spilled my mango tango… broke my souvenir monsoon glass too, rip. guess we’ll have to go back and get a new one. under the glistening glow of twinkling led stars in a three-decade-old polyethylene jungle, sharing microwaved mozzi sticks from the awesome appetizer adventure platter, ordering raindrop shooters every time thunder claps and artificial rain falls.