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“Yeah. Come in.”

A high-end hotel suite, midnight. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city noise.

She stepped inside, took in the untouched minibar, the single lamp lit, the bed still crisp. Then she looked at him—really looked. TonightsGirlfriend.23.12.22.Bobbie.Lavender.XXX...

He sat. She didn’t touch him yet. Just sat close enough that he could smell her perfume—something with vanilla and sandalwood.

“You’re wearing a suit. In a hotel room. At midnight.” She set her bag down. “Relax. I’m not here to judge. I’m here to be your ‘tonight’s girlfriend.’” She said it with a little air-quote, self-aware. “Yeah

“Why?”

“What was your favorite one?” she asked. midnight. Rain streaks the window

He opened the door.