The next morning, Travis woke up groggy, his head pounding from the night before. As we sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee in awkward silence, I finally asked him about the message.
“So… do you remember anything from last night?” I asked casually.
He looked up, confused. “Uh, bits and pieces. Why?”
“Well,” I said, choosing my words carefully, “someone left a reply to my little note on your chest.”
He blinked. “A reply?”
“Yeah, Keep the change.”
Travis’ brow furrowed in confusion. “What? Who would’ve written that?”