You: Young woman, late twenties, outside the entrance to the Mayflower Hotel. Black business suit and heels. Black wheeled suitcase, black laptop bag over your shoulder with a Texas flag luggage tag. In your other hand: A mostly empty bottle of Patron.
Me: Young woman, late twenties, walking past the entrance to the Mayflower Hotel. Also wearing all black. Wondering what the tequila was for. Who drank it with you? What was the occasion? Did you drink it by yourself? How did you manage to look so UN-hungover? Were you celebrating the end of your suck-ass job, like I would be later that evening with the very same libation?
So much in common, so many unanswered questions. Perhaps we would be friends.
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