Mikasa woke up with a pounding in her head. What had she been doing? That's right. Clubbing. Again. These habits of hers were getting out of hand. She slipped out of the stranger's bed. He'd been such a gentleman, she almost felt bad for leaving him like this. She couldn't even remember his name. James? Jack? John? No, it was something, something, French! Jean! Gosh, she felt bad for Jean. She walked over to his table and grabbed a notepad.
Hey, sorry I had to leave so early.
Call me sometime to hang out!
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Xoxo Mikasa