After coming home from work, I invited Emmy Starr over to my house.
Sure enough, it didn’t take her long to get there.
I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.
Then I loosened up the atmosphere with a joke, which she laughed at. Then again, she’s an actress. Was she pretending to laugh?
Then, for no reason at all, she jumps down my throat. “Hey, why’d you invite me over here anyway?”
“Um, well…”
“You know for sure I’m dating Stanley, how dare you?”
“How dare I – what? I’m not doing anything wrong. I thought I’d, you know, get to know you better. After all, we are working together on a project.”
That didn’t go well, did it? I don’t know. I don’t get it. I think I’ll go to bed.
Love, Bassy
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