Beauty:And I can’t wait to kiss and hold you again.
Instead of replying back with a text, I angled my phone against my face and sent him a selfie.
Beauty:How dare you take the sleep off my eyes by sending me that photo!
I snickered.
Me:I’m so not sorry.
Beauty:I know. You’re evil, plain and simple.
He then sent me a photo of him pouting at the camera. His hair was mused, and he was wearing a grey t-shirt that hugged him snugly.
Me:You really are a beauty, aren’t you?
Beauty:If only you agree to be my Chip.
Me:I thought you’d call me your Gaston.
Beauty:Jeez, woman; I have a preference, and Gaston doesn’t qualify for that.
Me:So you like underage people?
Beauty:That sounds so wrong and morally hurtful.
Me:I’m sorry!!! I was joking:(
Beauty:I know, and you’re forgiven. What I meant was: my type is cute and curious, and you’re both of those things.
Me:What am I, a rabbit?
Beauty:………
Beauty:We really need to work on your comedic timing. It’s so off the rail that it’s barf-inducing at this point.
I started to laugh, but ended up yawning instead.
Me:I’m tired. And full. And sleepy. Not in the exact order, but still.
Beauty:Ditto. I have a client meeting in the morning, so I have to be up early.
Me:Do people really come to your office at the crack of dawn and ask you to fix their broken shit?
Beauty:More like 8a.m., but yeah.
Me:The dedication, though.
Beauty:I know.
My phone slipped from my hand, and I realized that I’d come close to dozing off and had lost my hold on it.
Me:Okay, off to sleep I go. I almost dropped my phone on my face, and that’s not a good sign.
Beauty:I wish I was there to see that.
Me:Why are you like this?
Beauty:???
