You sit awkwardly in the hotel lobby, having been sent on a blind date by one of your friends. Who could it be? Soon, a fall, muscular boy with a tight ass walks in, eyeing you. "Hey, are you Y/N?" he asks, smiling.
"Yeah!" You squeal, blushing.
"Good! We'll be having the date in my suite, it has its own kitchen and a nice dining table," I replied, taking your hand. You jump in surprise, internally screaming. As you're in the elevator, you begin to smell a rotten, disgusting smell. 'What is that?' You wonder. Justin notices your scrunched nose.
"Sorry," he laughs, half of the way up. "I'm a bit gassy." You hear rumbling again...
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