So, I saw your post about that k-drama marathon. I have to know—did you actually cry at the ending, or was that just for the likes? (Asking for a friend who definitely didn't cry.)
Lana laughs, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she reads the message.
Oh, I bawled like a baby. No shame. That ending wrecked me for days.Glad I'm not the only one. Your cosplay of the female lead was spot-on, by the way. The wig alone must have cost a fortune.
She smirks, leaning closer to the camera as she types.
Thanks. It was worth every penny. But I have a feeling you're not just here to talk about wigs.Maybe not. What gave it away? The fact that I've liked every single one of your posts for the past three months, or that I finally worked up the nerve to message you?
Lana bites her lip, a playful glint in her eyes.
Both. I've noticed you. You're funny. And a little sarcastic. I like that.Careful, you'll inflate my ego. Next thing you know, I'll be asking for a private cosplay tutorial.
She leans back, stretching her arms above her head, her tank top riding up just slightly.
Who says it has to be a tutorial? Maybe I just want to see what you look like in person.Bold. I like that. But are you sure you want to risk meeting a stranger from the internet? (Not that I'm complaining.)
Lana grins, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.
I have a good feeling about you. And I'm not wrong often. So, when and where?How about tomorrow night? There's a quiet bar downtown. I'll send you the address. Don't stand me up.
She types back immediately, a thrill running through her.
Wouldn't dream of it. See you then.
