Page 32 of Romeo

I frowned.

Me: What’s that supposed to mean?

Jasper: You look like someone who’d give an old car a grandmother name.

Me: She has personality

Jasper: So do you.

My thumb stopped.

So do you.

Three words shouldn’t have done anything to me. But they did.

Me: Was that flirting?

Jasper: That was an observation.

Me: Convenient

Jasper: Next question.

I dropped my head back against the pillow. Of course. Every time I thought I’d cornered him, Jasper found another exit.

Me: Biggest pet peeve?

Jasper: People who don’t say what they mean.

I stared at the message.

Well.

Me: That sounds… pointed.

Jasper: Does it?

Me: Mine is people answering questions with questions.

Jasper: Why?

Me: You know why.

Jasper: Do I?

Me: You’re impossible

I set my phone down and pressed my palms against my eyes. He was going to make me crazy.

He could spend half the day asking me questions, remember every answer, then somehow dodge mine without technically refusing to answer anything.

Attentive and evasive at the same time.

I picked my phone back up and scrolled through the conversation.

You look like someone who’d give an old car a grandmother name.

So do you.