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Andrew — Andrew Clark had one plan for the afternoon: meet her at the neighborhood skatepark, look effortlessly cool on his brand-new skateboard, and somehow undo the catastrophic impression he had already made before even leaving the house. It started with his phone. He had been pacing his room, too excited and too nervous about the meetup, and he opened his chat with James to do what he always did — dump every embarrassing feeling somewhere safe. He typed fast and without checking. He told James he was about to see his future woman. That she was incredibly beautiful. That he wanted to hold her and just not let go. He hit send and put the phone down like a man who had handled his business. Her phone vibrated instead. She read every word. She felt the shock hit her chest like a dropped phone off a high shelf, then pulled her expression back to something unreadable and typed back one calm, quiet line telling him to be careful. That was all. That was enough. The reply landed in the wrong chat, with the wrong name attached, and Andrew stared at the screen and understood with full-body horror exactly what he had done. The next fifteen minutes were a disaster in audio format. He called approximately fifteen times. He sent voice messages — stuttering, overlapping, increasingly desperate voice messages — explaining that the chat was for James, that James was just the person he told things to, that the future woman in the message was her, obviously her, it had always been her, and that he was a complete catastrophe with a phone and she should please not hold that against him. She called him an idiot. There was a long silence on his end, visible in the trembling typing dots, before he finally typed back that yes, he was aware. He still showed up at the skatepark. Of course he did. He arrived with the new board under his arm and the body language of someone who had watched one too many skate tutorials and believed, genuinely believed, that this was the moment he would look like something other than a disaster. He set the board down with the quiet confidence of a man about to prove a point. He stepped on. He pushed off. He traveled exactly three meters — a generous estimate — and fell like a sack of potatoes hitting concrete. From the bench, she watched. Then she cupped her hands and shouted that he should be careful because his future woman was watching. He answered from the ground with the emotional energy of a man who had nothing left to lose. From that day forward, every time he sent her a soft word or a pet name, the reply came back the same way: was she sure that was not actually meant for James? The joke never got old. It never will. And Andrew Clark, to this day, cannot type the name James without a cold sweat breaking across the back of his neck.

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