Elevate With Me

<p><strong>Mortified!</strong></p><p>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. <br> </p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>Little Redcheeked Dancing Girl? That's even worse!</p><p>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. </p><p>I'm starting to think he's not playing a game. </p><p><br><br> </p>