Hayes worked his magic and got me his number, so I texted him earlier.
Me
If you apologize, I might give your bike back.
I attached a picture of his bike parked in a warehouse.
He just got back to me, while I was gossiping about him in Dr. Duret’s living room.
Speak of the devil, am I right?
Osborn
If you want my attention, all you have to do is ask.
I don’t want your meaningless attention. I’m telling you that I’ll be holding your bike hostage until you apologize.
Apologize for…?
Everything.
How about you apologize for stealing my ride?
Nah. You, however, need to do somethingto get your mode of transportation back.
I like being threatened.
You won’t like it when your ride magically disappears.
What if you magically appear in front of me instead?
Charming. Is that how you get people to fall on their knees for you?
Sometimes. Is it working?
No. Try harder.
Noted, baby.
Why the fuck are you calling me that?
Calling you what?
“Baby.”
Because.
That’s not a reason.
Wasn’t offering one.
You’re the definition of a migraine.
Does that mean I’m living rent-free in your head?
You wish. Are you going to apologize?
Let me think about it. In return, I’ll give you a gift.
