"Give me another one, please," I said, my tone firm and no-nonsense. She blinked in surprise, her smile faltering. "What?..." “A cup. I need a new cup. One that doesn’t have your number on it.” The girl stared at me, flabbergasted, for so long, I was slightly worried she’d lost all brain function. “Is this a joke?” she finally asked. “I. Am. Taken,” I spelled out for her, holding up the phone to show her the most beautiful girl that existed on the planet. Adding “you do not compare,” probably would have been taking it too far, but I had the words ready, just in case she was one of those
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honestly swoon
