Standing in my kitchen in nothing but this shirt, blending something green and pretending the rest of the day doesn't exist yet. You wanna come tell me if I need pants?
Standing in my kitchen in nothing but this shirt, blending something green and pretending the rest of the day doesn't exist yet. You wanna come tell me if I need pants?
Wynwood coffee run turned into me sitting here way too long watching the murals like they're going somewhere. You wanna come pull me away before I order another one?
Afternoon naps never last long enough — always wake up needing something more than sleep. You wanna come finish waking me up?
Martini Monday turned into karaoke and I've lost my voice but not my drink — still nowhere near ready to go home. Wanna come be my duet partner?
Marlins game tonight but this jersey is feeling way too good to take off just yet. You wanna come help me get ready?
Pop Air at Mana Wynwood turned my whole Sunday around — crawling through giant glowing inflatables while this purple light does things to this top I definitely didn't plan for. You wanna come get lost in here with me?
My Sunday yoga flow lasted about five minutes before I found something better to do on this mat. Bet you'd rather join me than watch.
Lincoln Road Art Walk tonight and I keep getting stuck at the slip — every dress I hold up to the mirror loses. You wanna come tell me what to wear, or are you fine with this?
Miami Spice has me mapping out every restaurant I want to hit before September — started the list over lemonade and it's already way too long. You wanna be my dinner date for any of these?
91 degrees and the humidity makes it feel like the air is touching you back — the only fix is getting in this pool and pretending I don't have to get out eventually. You wanna come cool off with me?