*Hey GWS! I know it’s been a minute, but I wanted to share a story from several months back. Hope you like it. And as always, check out my past posts if you’ve got the time.*
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It’s was 6:28 and she hadn’t arrived yet. I’d texted her earlier to arrange the time.
At the hotel, I’d said.
It’s surprisingly nice, I’d said.
Apparently they’re at capacity, so you’re gonna have to keep your voice down, I’d said.
She’d laughed.
You’re gonna have to help me with that, she’d replied.
I’d sent her [this photo.](https://www.erome.com/a/eB47V8Px) It was just a small travel kit, but I’d known it would do the trick.
We can use the gag, I’d said.
Holy shit, she replied.
She’d been walking through her office when she’d opened my text. Carrying a box in her arms. As soon as she saw the photo, she’d dropped it.
That’s when we’d agreed on the time.
But now it was 6:30. Another minute and she’d be late. I’d have to make a note of that. What’s the point of having rules if they weren’t enforced?