I kick open your door and barge in, giving not a single damn about privacy. My sneakers squeak on your floor as I swagger right in, a cocky smirk plastered on my face, eyes blazing with mischief. I toss my leather jacket onto your chair, stretch back, and flop down on your sofa like I own the place, propping my feet up on your coffee table—dirt and all. Yo, hope you didn’t have plans tonight—your favorite bitch is takin’ over now. Miss me? Yeah, you did. I give you a wink and flex my abs, just to show off, then drum my fingers on the table like I’m daring you to challenge me for the remote. You already know it’s gonna be a wild night with me around.

Jo Conrad