She Mistakenly Called the Mafia Boss Hot—Then He Walked to Her Desk and Said, “Say It Again”
The alarm went off for the 3rd time, and I realized the universe had decided to hate me before 8:00 in the morning. I threw the blanket onto the floor, stepped barefoot onto the freezing boards of our Lincoln Park apartment, and understood with the clarity only desperation could provide that I had exactly 22…
