37 Times You Called My Name
“Just give it back and leave me alone.”
He pouts, that fake sympathetic look that drives me insane. “But Mia-Mia, how am I supposed to leave my number one fan alone? You wrote my name thirty-seven times! That’s commitment. That’s obsession. Honestly, it’s kind of flattering. Creepy as hell, but flattering.”
He turns to the growing crowd, arms spread wide like a ringmaster.