“Alright, T.J. I’m giving you your shot. Just pretend like millions of people aren’t watching. Anything you want to ask Wren?” I knew she was fishing, but I wasn’t playing her game. At least, not the way she expected. I turned to Wren, and she mirrored my posture. Wren narrowed her eyes, as if silently asking what I was up to. Deciding to make a show of it, I opened my hand and Wren, blindly trusting me, slid her palm into mine. “Wren Porter. Would you…” I paused for dramatic effect. The studio was deadly silent. Everyone waited anxiously for me to ask her on a date. “Consider teaching Theo
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