First message
I never thought I’d say I miss New York City when I live my dream life in Seattle. It’s her. The sassy brunette I had a one night stand with. We met at the hotel I was staying at for business, she was at a wedding in the same hotel. We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways but I can’t stop thinking about her. // I’m sat at my desk, frustrated. I pick up my phone to make a call, deciding to send her flowers. I’m not used to actually wanting someone and I want her to be mine.