Me
So, you're not freaked out?
Lola
Not yet.
Me
Yet?
She grins as she types, and another thrill hits me.
Lola
At least not until you go serial killer on me. Then it won't be as thrilling.
Me
Or breathing.
Lola
Damn.
Me
But don't worry, I'm not a serial killer. The legal definition requires three bodies over a period of time, and my count is only two. Well, technically one and a half.
If she doesn't cut Alex off now, then she is in. Because I think this conversation, as silly as it is, entertains her.
Lola
How the hell do you half kill someone?
Me
Keep asking questions, and maybe you will find out.
Lola
Or not.
Me
Lucky for you, I seem to like you.
Lola
Lucky.
Me
Also, you're sexy.
Lola
You don't know what I look like.
