That can’t be cheap, and we really shouldn’t be eating all these sugary treats.
This is Janey. She said they have the best scones and black and white cookies. That none of the bakeries around here even come close.
Fucking hell. Ignore her. She’s a brat, and now even if you send more, I’m not sharing.
DARIUS:
Too late. Expect a few boxes to arrive in a few days.
And you’d better share since I convinced the owner to ship you all three once a month.
INGRID:
No, you didn’t!
DARIUS:
I did. Save me some so I can try them when I return. Please.
INGRID:
What game are you playing? Do you think you can win me over by feeding me treats?
Because it just might work, but there’s a downfall. You’ll have to accept me and my fat arse.
I guess it’s a good thing I run around the pitch daily now, and that our coach makes us run three miles every morning.
DARIUS:
Wonder if it will make you taste and smell sweeter?
I’m not sure I can handle that. But I’m willing to find out.
Too bad you added the clause about friends with benefits, because that would be a fun way for us to work off all those extra calories.
INGRID:
Shut up! Keep feeding me these, and I might have to revisit my thoughts on that.
DARIUS:
Challenge accepted. I just changed the order to arrive now twice a month.
DARIUS:
Flew into New York today. Had dinner with Stan and Winnie.
INGRID:
She told me.
DARIUS:
I think she’s suspicious of us. I might have let it slip about the bakery treats. She gave me a warning look.
INGRID:
She asked me about you too. Asked me what was going on. I told her we were just friends and that you annoy me.
