An Arrogant Interview

Here goes my try Peyton (upon interview). The question of how we met is asked. I lace my arm in yours and move my gaze your way as I smile radiantly. "Well, Peyton and I met in the FL Keys. We came in after the minions cleaned up after Hurricane Katrina, and slowed danced to the sunrise every day trying to bring another storm to rock the beach house in the night. It was instant affinity because he hated me, actually. It made it a competition to get free from his sight, actually. I did find shackles and rope in the corner of that beach house. I guess he has a supreme gift of prophecy, and it was for me and only me. I was so complimented by his deception that I told him that I loved him immediately. It was not true, but I needed to get back to NYC by Wednesday. I was writing a scathing review of the overeating of candy by The New York City Ballet. That is ACTUALLY how all beings on the planet practice anorexia. The waves tossed over us as the paintings fell every time he touched me. In the morning, I was gone and he had no memory of me."