Jonathan Majors has an idea. We're at the Whitney Museum to view the Edward Hopper exhibit, and he really thinks we should bring in our drinks. I am sure this isn't allowed, but then again, this is the perfect setup for a rom-com-style first date. And have you seen Majors? The 33-year-old actor is irresistible: He's tall and muscular (which means he's a great hugger), he's fine (a chiseled jawline; a striking nose; and full, pillowy lips), he's a dog lover (he has four: Hero, Magi, Poet, and Captain), and he has a goofy personality that seems to make him unaware of his effect on you. How could I say "no"?
It's settled: We will attempt to smuggle our coffees into the exhibition. I'm hiding my chai latte behind my purse. He's obscuring his decaf coffee, which he poured into a tiny ceramic cup he brought with him, so that the staff member at the elevator won't see it. We make it up to the fifth floor, and the coast is clear. Majors is the ideal co-conspirator, both cautious (he's on the lookout for anyone who might be coming our way to inquire about our contraband) and motivating ("Are you even drinking yours?" he asks, to which I answer with a chug). He's committed to our game plan: not being caught or at least finishing our drinks before we are.
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