Eric:Neil? Really?
Kyle:Yes. Why are you making fun of my name, dickbag?
Eric laughed, then wrote,Sorry, Neil. It’s a lovely name.
Kyle:I’m named after my grandfather.
Wow. Kyle was going deep on this character.
Eric:Oh. That’s...neat.
Kyle:He was the first man to walk on the moon.
Eric threw his head back on the pillow and barked out a loud laugh. He was relieved that Kyle wasn’t taking this little exercise too seriously.
Eric:Wow. That’s amazing.
Kyle:ANYWAY. What do you do, Eric? You look familiar for some reason.
Eric:I play hockey for the New York Admirals.
Kyle:Holy shit! Do you know Scott Hunter?
Eric:I’m afraid so.
Kyle:He’s really hot.
Eric:Yes. He’s wonderful. And engaged.
If this was supposed to be helping Eric learn how to flirt, it wasn’t working. He decided to take control.
Eric:Are you here alone?
Kyle:Not anymore.He punctuated it with a winky face emoji.
Eric had no idea what to say next. It was hard to flirt with an imaginary person. Maybe if he called the imaginary person Kyle in his head...
Eric:You have beautiful eyes.Hey, there was nothing wrong with stealing lines from that Alex guy. Besides, Kyledidhave beautiful eyes.
Kyle:I’ll bet you say that to all the boys.
Eric:I really don’t.
Kyle:I like your eyes too. And the way you’re looking at me right now.
Eric wasn’t actually looking at anyone right now, but he still felt the urge to avert his gaze. He wrote,I’ve been looking at you all night.
Kyle:I’ve been looking at you too. I was hoping you might notice me.
Eric:Oh yeah? Why’s that?
Kyle:Because I think you might be a good kisser. I want to test that theory.
Eric absently brushed a thumb over his lips as he considered his reply.
Eric:I can help you with that.
In this imagined scenario, there would be a table between himself and, um, Neil. Not conducive to kissing. He was trying to figure out a smooth way to suggest leaving the table when Kyle wrote,I only live a couple of blocks away.