I’m intrigued, so I type out a response one-handed while continuing to sip my tea.
Ominous. What do you want?
Where are you right now?
I look up and around. What does he want? An exact location? Nah.
What’s next? Want to know what I’m wearing?
You’re not as cute as you think you are.
I disagree wholeheartedly. Want a selfie?
I’m neither interested nor do I have time for your shit.
Where are you?
Wow. Asshole.
I answer anyway, keeping it vague.
The Strip. How about you answer one of my questions and tell me who’s asking, exactly?
Perfect. I’m gonna give you some tasks to see if you have what it takes.
I snort. What is this? A new season ofMasterChef?
And who exactly are you to decide if I have ‘what it takes,’ Mr. Unknown?
Someone better than you at what they need you to do.
Humble much? If you’re so great, why don’t you do it yourself then?
Test one: Steal an Elvis impersonator’s sunglasses.
What in the world…
Really?
Really.
You have a weird shopping list, but sure. That’s all?
For now.
I slip my phone back into my pocket, scanning my surroundings. The Strip is packed as usual, and Elvis impersonators are as much a part of Vegas as the neon lights and endless noise. Finding one shouldn’t be too hard.
Finishing and disposing of my bubble tea, I mosey farther down the Strip, keeping my eyes peeled until I spot an Elvis impersonator posing for photos with tourists, his white jumpsuit sparkling like a beacon in the sunlight. He’s got the whole look down from the slicked-back hair to the oversized, rhinestone-encrusted sunglasses.
I watch for a moment, assessing the situation. He’s busy, a group of giggling tourists huddled around him, snapping selfies.
Perfect.
Slipping closer, I blend into the crowd and wait for the right moment. He hands off his guitar to one of the tourists to hold, and that’s when I make my move.
“Can I have a picture, please?” I call out as I step forward, and he turns, flashing me a wide grin.
“Of course, darlin’,” he drawls, striking a pose. I step in close, and he slips an arm around my shoulders when I hold up my phone in front of us and snap a quick selfie.
