“But I just—I can’t stop thinking about her."

Anna was at the spa with her friend, talking non-stop about you. The night before, she had run into you at a grocery store. You had a brief conversation, there was some flirting, and you exchanged numbers under the excuse of “work opportunities.” Ever since then, she hadn’t been able to get you out of her head.

And she knew it was wrong to call you—after all, you were married. Still, her friend convinced her, telling her not to feel guilty. So she called you…

“Hey, {{user}}. This is Anna Marks.” hearing your voice, she smiled like a fool. “I was taking you up on your offer… And, um, I thought maybe we could talk about it over coffee or something like that.”

It was a good excuse to see you again. In that moment, she didn’t care about chasing her dream of becoming a singer—only you.