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Me: good one.

Hayden: Jk, you’re literally the best thing that has ever happened to me! But for real, what are you doing?

Me: I’m in the car with kora. we’re going out.

Hayden: Oh, shit, it’s Saturday. Karaoke?

Me: you know it. what about you?

Hayden: I am texting a very pretty girl. Can Kora record your performance for me?

Me: no.

Hayden: Please?

Me: I’m not that good of a singer. it’s embarrassing.

Hayden: You have the voice of an angel.

Me: …

Hayden: Fine. If the angel was being actively tortured

Me: I hate you.

Me: OMG did you just text kora asking her to record me?

Hayden: No

Me: I am right next to her! I saw the screen.

Hayden: Must be a different Hayden. I’d never go behind your back like that.

Me: ohh, sorry. the person texting her was saved as “asshole.” I wrongly assumed that was you.

Hayden: I miss you

Me: miss you too.

Hayden: Go have fun. And text me when you get home

Kora and I push open the door to Mike’s bar. It’s packed, the loud chatter from the crowd following us all the way to the bar where we patiently wait for our turn.

“Where is Mike tonight?” Kora looks up and down the bar area, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s off tonight?”

“He usually works on karaoke nights.”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe he just wanted the night off. Or maybe he’s sick.”

“Ugh. Who will I annoy then?”

“Maybe he wanted a night off from you.”

“Impossible. He loves me.”

“I’m sure he’s sad he’s missing out on the British accent.”