Summary
I accidentally joined a group chat full of assassins while looking for a blind date-and had no idea.
The group owner posted a bunch of photos, and I picked the hottest guy, then started tagging him like crazy.
[I want this one!]
[This one is mine. Please, I’m begging you, let me have him!]
[Nobody fight me for him. I only want this one! (kowtows)]
A little while later, the group owner added me privately and sent over a résumé. [He’s a tough one. Are you sure you can handle him as a newbie?]
I curled my lips into a smile.
I might not have any blind date experience, but when it came to harassing-no, pursuing men, I had a solid twenty years under my belt.
[Don’t worry, boss. I’ve been doing this since kindergarten.]
It took him a long time to reply.
[…] Then you’re the most impressive one in our group.