Tessa ReneeImagine it: you’re mid-conversation with your friends, and then, boom, there I am. No warning, no invite, just me strolling in like it’s destiny. You think it’s coincidence. I know it’s strategy. Villains plot, hot girls just appear.
There’s something intoxicating about being “accidentally” unavoidable. It’s not stalking babe, it’s curation. You said you’d be there, and I decided the night needed an upgrade. Suddenly, your friends are whispering, you’re flustered, and I’m sipping my drink like the universe put me there.
Of course, the real delulu move is acting like it’s casual. Oh, fancy seeing you here. But both of us know, I didn’t stumble in, I staged an entrance.
Tessa’s Final Thought:
Coincidence? No, baby. It’s choreography.
Disclaimer:
This series is for entertainment and perspective. Don’t actually ambush people, confidence is sexy, not creepy.
Tessa Renee
