His Favorite Mistake
Idly, leaning back against the cushions, I started tapping out replies to keep them all on the hook, thoroughly enjoying the effortless validation.
First, a message popped up from Rose, a high-end fashion buyer I had met at a charity gala a month ago:
“Are you ignoring me tonight, Frederick? I’m stuck at this boring downtown launch, and I’d much rather be keeping you company.”
I smirked, typing back quickly:
“Never ignore good company, Rose. Just caught up in meetings. Tell me what you're wearing, and maybe I'll let you make it up to me later.”
She instantly replied with a string of laughing faces and fire emojis, taking the bait.