![]() ![]() “It’s Jack with The Dallas Morning News.” “Natalie, line four,” Elena, our office receptionist, chimes in as I damn near jump out of my skin. I have two tickets for the Ritz this Saturday. And though it’s just a few short months away, I find myself wanting to make one last effort to persuade you to go out with me (for research purposes of course). I swore I wouldn’t bother you after beer one, and then decided on a formal email after beer three. Did those idiot owners even research the name? I’m sitting on the patio at my best friend’s place, staring at the city lights, and I’m wondering where you are. I find it amusing that you work at a place called The Plate Bar. Rolling my chair closer to my desk, I duck out of his line of sight in an effort to shield my guilty conscience. Glancing over my monitor to his office across the bustling newsroom, I see him typing a mile a minute. ![]()
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