I owe you for last night. And no, I didn't have a yoga lesson in your office. I'm sorry that last night got so out of hand. Obviously I never meant for that to go down the way it did. How's your face? Mine's fine. I have band-aids on my arm. Not even cool ones, just plain ones. Olivia feels really bad about it, I went by her room earlier and we spoke a little bit. She's a very sweet girl, what happened was entirely off of my own dumbness.
Is dumbness even a word? Stupidity.
Anyway. Can I make it up to you?
Dinner Thursday night at my place? I'll cook something special.