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Nah. Not after all the earlier mocking.

“So, you don’t believe?” she asks and brings the bottom of the bottle closer to the camera.

What the hell? There’s a folded playing card inside the beer.

No.

Can’t be.

Gia looks smug, which means some of my thoughts are showing on my face.

“Watch closely to make sure I don’t switch anything.” She opens the bottle, which looks factory-sealed, and chugs the beer until the only thing that’s left is the card. She then takes the plastic bag, puts the bottle inside it, seals it, places everything on the cutting board, and breaks it with the hammer.

Reaching into the pieces, she fishes out the card—all actions looking legit so far.

With fanfare, she unfolds the card.

Skunk! It’s the Seven of Diamonds.

“Wow,” I can’t help but say.

“Should I add this to my show?” she asks.

“Yeah. Especially if you can get a volunteer to drink the beer and break the bottle.”

She scratches the back of her head. “I think I can manage that. Just have to figure out a way to make sure they don’t cut themselves. I’d hate for my show to get sued.”

“Have them wear cut-resistant gloves?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, in any case, I’m going to go check out that Belka company. Later.”

“Take care.” Gia gives me one last devilish grin. “Good luck on your date.”

I hang up and look up the company she mentioned.

Huh. They make some seriously impressive sex toys. In fact, I’ve heard of some of these. I’ve just never paid attention to the name of the company that makes them.

Gia is right. This could be a helpful connection. I smell sponsorship opportunities, and my nose never lies.

I open my phone and text Gia to put me in touch with this Bella person. She replies with a thumbs-up emoji, but then a few minutes later, she texts me again:

She’s out of town on vacation. She’ll get in touch with you when she’s back.

Cool. Maybe it will lead to something, though I’m not holding my breath.

For the rest of the commute, I fantasize about the upcoming Miso Hungry not-a-date.

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