I saw JJ.
No, wait. I need to tell the truth.
JJ saw me.
There I was, at the airport, rushing to the meeting room at the hotel, soy latte in hand, stumbling in my long-neglected three-inch at seven in the morning.
Then the dude saw me. Did a double-take. And then another. And then another head-turn.
Then I realized.
If only it was just Jay instead.
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