Can't Text This (Texting, #3)

by Teagan Hunter

Me: Is it possible to die from rolling your eyes so hard? Python: You texted back, so apparently not.

“I can have fun sitting at the table,” I argue. “I’m sure they’ll bring me some sweetener with my tea. I can count the packets.”

Python: S-E-X-U-M-E-N-T: a fun, flirty argument that’s bound to lead to sex. Me: You just made that up, didn’t you? Python: I can neither confirm nor deny that.