Elevate With Me

Mortified!The day I met Mr Umbrella was one of my worst. Not quite my-tits-plastered-all-over-social-media humiliating, but a close second to that horrible mishap.

I was soaking wet from the rain with my shirt nearly see-through, and I did trap him between lift doors.Luckily, I wasn't going to see him again, which made that situation only slightly better. Only, after that he seemed to be absolutely everywhere, and I was more humiliated each time.Red Cheeks and Mr Umbrella.

I'm not even joking. That's how we called each other before we were formally introduced.

Despite knowing my name for quite a while now, he's pretty adamant on reminding me of the nickname.Little Red-Cheeked Dancing Girl? That's even worse!Gorgeous?

He has no reason to utter that one!

Every single time he's seen me, I've been a mess.

Not even a hot mess, trust me.

Yet he keeps up this charade.I'm starting to think he's not playing a game.