Is this dare the dumbest thing I’ve ever done?
I’ve been in a funk lately, but you would be too if your fiancé had just dumped you. So, I’m not surprised when my best friends drag me out to dinner. I smell an intervention coming on. However, I am not prepared for their idea to get me out of said funk.
They want me to use a magic eight ball to make all my decisions until Valentine’s Day. And they’ve dared me. It’s dumb, but we all made a pact in high school not to turn down a dare. Still, this seems a little much. And it gets worse when I realize the promotion I’m up for requires me to work with the stiffest guy at work - Derek. This is going to be a disaster.
What’s worse is that somewhere between multiple trips to the ER, broken elevators, and dance lessons, I think I might be falling for Derek. We couldn’t actually work, could we?