Don"t screw this up, don"t screw this up, don"t screw this up…
Don"t screw this up, don"t screw this up, don"t screw this up…In the bathroom, Cyrus dabbed a giant blot of red wine on his new blazer with a tissue and cursed. The room, a tiny European-style toiletry with velvet fleur-de-lis wallpaper and oil paintings of romantic countrysides, seemed to close in.
A beautiful woman was waiting for him in the dining room of the restaurant, and that made his anxiety worse.
That was the last time he would ever c***k a stupid joke with a wine bottle in his hand, at an expensive restaurant…on a date.
Someone pounded on the door.
"Occupied!" Cyrus shouted.
"There"s a line out here, you know,” an irritated voice said. “There’s only one bathroom in this place.”
Cyrus balled up the tissue and t
