Today's OneWord: Concert

Louise thought Naveen was going to the Milkweed Parlor concert with her, but instead, when she knocked on the door, his beautiful sister answered. She was already dressed for the occasion: Leather jacket, tight jeans, hoop earrings. Her tank top had the band's logo blazing across it like hot fire. Louise felt her collar tighten. She sweated under her coat.

"Um...is Naveen here?" she asked.

His beautiful sister smiled a toothy smile and produced a ticket from her jacket. "You're stuck with me, babe."

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