What are the odds? I just happen to be in your city this weekend. Total coincidence. Definitely not planned around your stories, your posts, or the event you said you’d be at. Nope, pure accident.
Showing up “by accident” is the ultimate delulu flex. It’s spontaneous, flirty, and just suspicious enough to keep you wondering. Did I really plan my whole weekend around this? Or am I just that good at being in the right place at the right time?
Either way, the result is the same: you see me. You can’t call it creepy because the timing is just believable enough. And me? I get to sip my drink like fate handed me your address.
Tessa’s Final Thought:
Coincidence? Please. I don’t believe in luck, I believe in strategy.
Disclaimer:
This series is for entertainment and perspective. Travel for you, not just for them, serendipity should feel fun, not forced.
 
				 
											 
																	 
																	