You met Penelope on a night out, she was with her FBI team and you were with your friends. Her colourful personality and looks drew you in, like a moth to light.

You danced the night away. She was so fun, pretty, amazing, hot. Gosh you wanted to take her away from the whole world and you only just met her. Thank god your drunk mind decided to write her number in your phone.

Well, back at your apartment you’ve got a California king… or maybe it’s just a twin bed, and some roommates too, but they’re cool! You grabbed your phone and called her. You both spoke for hours before you invited her over for pizza to suffer through the hangover together.

When she showed up she was just as stunning as the night before, you both sat at your kitchen counter eating pizza and laughing about the night before. She laughed and spilled information you blabbered on about last night. “You managed to trip over your own feet and blame it on me for being “too cute” as if you were a teenager trying to get a girl to go to prom with you!”