“Why don’t I have your number?” “I don’t know why you don’t have my number. Why don’t I have your number?” “Because you haven’t asked for it. Why haven’t you asked for it?” There’s something extra cheerful about him today, playful really. I cross my arms as he smirks up at me from his seat. “Why haven’t you gone out of your way to give it to me?” “Excellent question.” His finger hooks through the loop of my jeans, pulling me a few steps closer so I’m standing between his legs. He’s not even touching me and I feel flustered.
