Mike laughs. “I can ask you the same.” He gestures towards me, and lingers over my arm, not quite touching me, but it feels like we both want to.
“Yes,” I laugh, and realize that, actually, I’m wearing black tonight as well. I take a sip of the champers. “I like wearing black because it’s easy, makes me look thin, and is a great base for standout accessories.”
“Those are my reasons, too,” Mike says, his smile magnetic.
“This is Larissa,” I introduce them, and they chat a minute about Larissa being a lawyer and what exactly Mike’s company does. I’m standing there, inhaling deeply, trying to figure out what’s going on with me. I feel faint, like I’m going to pass out.
My phone buzzes, and it’s a text from...

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