My eyes widen as I watch him change his status to in a relationship. “Hey,” I chide, “I didn’t say yes.” “You basically said yes.” “I was at a seventy percent at best.” “Welp, might as well prance that last thirty, because we’re blowing up, babe.” Oh my effing God. The little bubble above the notification icon starts blinking. Ten, twenty, forty. “C’mon,” he coaxes. “I’m bored. This’ll be good for a laugh, at least. Best case scenario—you cave to my smoldering good looks and fall into bed with me.” “You wish.”
