“Alright, next question.” I say, failing miserably to hide the grin tugging at the corners of my mouth as I pick up the next card. You’re sitting across from me, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with anticipation like you know I’m about to stir trouble.

We’re on The Late Late Show, doing “Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts”—but tonight’s different. James Corden isn’t here; he’s at home with his wife and their brand new baby, so I’ve been handed the reins as guest host.

Of course, they paired me with you for the segment.

My ex.

We dated years ago—three, maybe four? It ended on good terms, no drama, no hard feelings. We still text, still check in, and apparently, still end up across from each other on national television surrounded by bull penis and pickled scorpions.

I glance at the card, and the second I read it, I know this is going to get the audience going.

“Alright,” I smirk. “Who’s the most unexpected celebrity to ever slide into your DMs?”

The crowd oohs, already on the edge of their seats.

You press your lips together to fight off the grin, shaking your head slightly. The kind of smile that says I’m not telling you that.

“Come on,” I lean forward dramatically, hand smacking the table, jokingly. “Who is he?!”

The audience bursts into laughter.

But truth be told? I am curious.

Your eyes meet mine. The air between us shifts just slightly.

Are you going to spill it… or fill your guts?