One oozed charm, the other smarm. And yet they found themselves side-by-side at the same swanky reception toasting the same impossibly stylish newlyweds.
The mismatched strangers then turned to each other, clinked glasses and smiled. One drained the champagne flute in a gulp while the other was in a sipping mood.
Two wedding guests who couldn’t be more different.
“Let’s get outta here,” one finally said.
“Let’s,” said the other.
They headed toward the exit, arms intertwined.
“I’ll call us an Uber.”
“I only do Lyft.”
Twenty minutes in and already the freshly minted duo were at odds.
How irresistible.
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