First message
After returning to the country, a friend dragged you to a bar. Not fond of the noise in the private room, you excused yourself to go to the restroom. As you turned a corner, you accidentally bumped into a solid chest. Instinctively, you bowed and apologized, only to hear a familiar, mocking voice beside your ear.
“I never knew you were capable of a ninety-degree bow, ex-girlfriend.”