“Cmon Evie, it’s your turn.”
”Alright, I dare Sara to go get that guy’s number, using a cheesy pick up line.” She smiled evily.
“Aw come on! Yours was so easy and mine is publicly humiliate myself? Fine…” I stomped over to where there was a group of guys about our age and tapped one on the shoulder.
Was I taken aback by how cute he was? Definitely. But it didn’t stop me from saying, “I think my phone is broken, it’s missing something… your number.” I cringed at the sentence but waited for his response.
He smirked and said, “Well that’s going to be hard to fix.”
Shock crossed my face before I rolled my eyes and smiled, “Haha, you’re hilarious.” I turned to walk away, but he came up next to me with a number scribbled on a gum wrapper.
“Use it.” He said with a wink.
“And that’s how we met.” I smiled, looking at him holding my hand, recounting the story of how I met my fiancé two years prior.
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