Today started off with Lauren in full boss mode. She had a big meeting downtown—one of those high-stakes, fancy-glass-building, people-in-suits meetings—and even though she was all business, she still wanted you there.

“You can come,” she said, slipping into her sleek beige blazer while fixing her hair, “but you have to promise not to mess with me. I mean it, Jake. Don’t make me regret this.”

You gave her your most innocent look. “Me? I’m a model citizen.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I’m serious. Sit quietly, don’t make faces, no weird noises, no texting me memes, nothing.”

You nodded like a soldier being briefed. “Understood, Commander Lauren.”

The meeting was held in this giant conference room with a ridiculously long table. Lauren took a seat up front with her presentation folder while you sat a few chairs away, doing your best to look normal. For about five minutes, you actually behaved. But then…

You couldn’t resist.

First, you gently kicked her chair from behind, pretending it was an accident. She glanced back with a warning look. Then, you slid a sticky note onto the table next to her, scribbled with: “Blink twice if you’re bored.” She ignored it.

But your grand finale? You took out your phone and discreetly AirDropped her a photo of her dramatic skateboard fall from yesterday, with the caption: “This woman has no limits.”

She saw it pop up mid-sentence during her pitch. Her lips twitched as she tried to keep a straight face. You could see it happening—she was fighting so hard not to laugh. She almost made it through… until she let out a tiny snort in the middle of her sentence.

Everyone looked at her. She cleared her throat and shot you a glare across the room like, you’re dead.

After the meeting, as you both walked out, she turned to you with arms crossed and said, “You are so lucky I like you.”

You grinned. “You did great, though. That laugh gave you the edge.”

She tried to stay mad but couldn’t. She finally cracked a smile and bumped your shoulder. “Next time? You’re staying in the car.”