Dear Future Mistake (or friend with benefits / regular fling… let’s not rule out drama),
✔ What I know about you: absolutely nothing.
✔ What I know about me: I look phenomenal in dim lighting, and I’ve got an unhealthy amount of confidence.
✔ What to expect: I’ll be sitting in my hotel parking lot, trying to look unapproachable but still entirely available. Wait — if you turn out to be a serial killer, I’ll be far too charming for you to actually go through with it. Which, okay. And if you turn out to be amazing, I’m holding you legally responsible for ruining my perfectly peaceful single life.
‼‼‼ The Rules of Engagement: ‼‼‼ bring me roses, plus one present I absolutely don’t need. We’ll pretend we aren’t both wondering how awkward it is that my skills turn your time with me into a quick visit. Cool.
Pick a number 1–50—winner gets a free half hour (no cheating).
Don’t be late. I’m wearing perfume and making spit bubbles with my mouth, practicing just for you.
Yours conditionally,
Mia
