Text Kayla

It was day {Day}, early evening. I was pacing back and forth in my uptown apartment, unable to sit down. On my phone, in my right hand, was a blank message to Kayla. Despite my rizz ({Charisma}/10) and general coolness ({Coolness}/10), nothing good enough seemed to come in mind. Should I be risqué, or was that too soon? Should I just open with a "Hi!"?

Maybe I was overthinking. Sure, the redhead was a drop-dead gorgeous beach babe, a solid 8/10 in the game, but she was just a person like me. A college student. An early twenty-something with all sorts of issues, I was sure. And I was good-looking and fit now. Experienced and skilled in bed. Confident and intelligent. She surely wanted me.

I wrote a quick text and sent it.

"Hi Kayla, it's Mike. Down for a drink at [Midtown Fancy Cocktail Bar] tonight?"

I threw my phone on the couch and fired up my PS5, to get some adrenalin out of my system. When I was back in the lobby after the first match, I checked my phone. No reply. She was probably busy.

Half an hour later, I had checked so many times. But there was still no reply. Five days ago, this would have made me fret like crazy. Nah, no need. She was probably just washing her hair or something. I started imagining her in the shower, and felt my dick twitch at the thought of her generous bust under the hot water.

*drrrrt*

"Hi Mike! Sure, I just had to cancel an appointment first," she replied.

"8pm?" I suggested.

"Sure, see you there!" she replied immediately.

See, I told myself, she wants you.

I had to laugh. Before I would have had no idea what to go for, but with my upgraded Looks and Coolness, it was obvious for me. It was like I had an inherent vision of myself in every situation. Cocktail bar meant dark pants, crisp white or light blue button down shirt, open, and a blazer. And of course, my wardrobe had plenty to choose from.

I decided to walk the few blocks down to the place, and ended up ten minutes early. Should I get a drink before she arrives? I decide to get one. The suave bartender hands me the classic GT when she arrives...