I kissed xender

After our cozy coffee break, Agnes and I decided to continue our exploration of the city. The evening air was cool, and the city's vibrant energy seemed to come alive as we wandered through its bustling streets.

"Did you see that art gallery?" Agnes pointed across the street. "They have a new exhibition opening tonight."

I glanced at the gallery, the colorful posters advertising the event catching my eye. "Art sounds like a great way to end the day. Let's check it out."

As we entered the gallery, the soft lighting and the eclectic mix of artworks created an atmosphere of intrigue. Agnes and I walked side by side, studying each piece with thoughtful expressions.

"This painting here," I said, stopping in front of a vivid abstract piece, "it reminds me of a stormy night."

Agnes burst into laughter, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Could be. I mean, there's definitely a hint of 'I forgot my umbrella' in those brushstrokes."

We moved from painting to painting, each piece sparking a different conversation and perspective. As we lingered near a captivating sculpture, Agnes turned to me with a contemplative look. "You know, sometimes I wish I could create something like this."

I smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You totally can. You just need to tap into your creative side and give it a try."

Agnes's eyes sparkled. "You're right. I'm know I can do it."

"That's the spirit," I encouraged. "Who knows, you might discover a hidden talent."

We continued to explore the gallery, discussing art, creativity, and our aspirations. The more we talked, the more I realized how much we had in common – our dreams, our interests, and even our sense of humor.

As we stepped out of the gallery, the night had fully descended, and the city lights illuminated the streets. Agnes turned to me with a grin.

"You know what? Today has been amazing."

I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of

contentment wash over me. "Definitely"

As the day started to wind down, Agnes and I found ourselves in a lively bar, surrounded by the energetic buzz of the city nightlife. We were both in high spirits, laughing and sharing stories over drinks.

"Cheers to unexpected adventures," Agnes said, raising her glass.

I clinked my glass against hers, a grin spreading across my face. "And to turning every mishap into a hilarious memory."

Our laughter echoed through the bar as we enjoyed our drinks, the alcohol adding an extra layer of merriment to our already joyful mood. As the night progressed, we found ourselves in the midst of an impromptu alcohol challenge – a contest to see who could come up with the silliest toast.

"Alright, here's one for you," I said, holding up my glass. "To the majestic art of sock puppetry – because who needs regular conversations when you have talking socks?"

Agnes burst into laughter, clinking her glass against mine. "Oh, that's a good one! Okay, here's mine: To the brave souls who wear mismatched socks, proving that life's too short for perfectly coordinated footwear!"

Our raucous laughter caught the attention of the bartender, who joined in with a chuckle of his own.

Just as the alcohol was starting to hit us, I realized it was time to call Xender to pick me up. I fumbled for my phone, my giggles getting the best of me as I dialed his number.

"Hello?" Xender's voice came through the phone.

I burst into giggles at the sound of his voice, the alcohol making everything seem even sillier. "Hey there, Xender! Guess what? I've got a super top-secret classified announcement!"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a low tone. "Amelia. Are you drunk?"

I leaned in closer to the phone, trying to sound mysterious. "Dru…nk? I'm nahttt druunkk"

"See, I've discovered the hidden truth behind the origins of rubber ducks" I slurred, my phone nearly slipping out my grip.

"They're actually undercover spies for bath-time entertainment!"

Agnes nearly snorted with laughter beside me, clearly finding my announcement utterly ridiculous. Xender gritted on the other end in. "Crap. Amelia. Where are you?"

I hiccup, looking around the bar before supplying my location to him, soon he was muttering in haste. "I'm on my way"

I cut after kissing my phone and profusely thanking him, then continued with more goofy conversations with Agnes and absurd statements, our laughter becoming more infectious with each passing minute. By the time Xender arrived to pick us up, Agnes and I were in fits of giggles.

"Xender!" I exclaimed, trying to stifle my laughter and failing miserably. "Quick question: If cats could fly, would they demand a litter box in the sky?"

Agnes busted out laughing, and Xender's eyes hardened at my wasted sight.

"Why did you drink so much?"

He scolded, as he helped us into his car, I leaned over to Xender, my words slurring a bit. "You know, Xender, You look like my favorite smiley emoji"

I tugged on his two cheeks and expanding them very much, he yanked out my grip with a slight yelp. "Shit, be gentle, Amelia"

He scolded again and I hiccup at him, watching him tower over me and my lips curved as though I wanted to burst out in tears. He sighed.

"What now Amelia?"

I blinked, slowly trying to steady myself and wrapping my both arms around the sides around the sides of his neck. His stiffened, looking at me with a glint of something in his eyes.

He soon, loosened my grip and was placing me back into his car, Agnes seemed to have slept off already and was in fact more peaceful than me.

The car ride was filled with more goofy words from me literally speaking to myself, Xander was consistently checking on me. By the time we arrived at my place, I was feeling particularly light-hearted.

As I stumbled out of the car, I turned to Xender with a grin. "You know, I've always wanted to try this."

Before he could react, I leaned in and planted a rather wobbly, alcohol-induced kiss on his lips. I couldn't catch his reaction as Agnes erupted into giggles causing me to jerk behind and almost stumble. He reached out to catch me, leading me toward the door.

"Smooth move, Amelia," Agnes teased, her laughter contagious.

Xender didn't say anything to that, and I still went ahead to ask if he liked it or not. He didn't reply me too.

As I stumbled into my house, a mixture of silliness and amusement washed over me. Till I slept I kept singing this song out loud.

I kissed xender.