Collette: You’re the one who said it.
Fish: Not to be dirty. You’re the one with a dirty mind.
Collette: That is true.
Fish: Hold on. Back that comment up a bit.
Collette: No. Okay, I’ve got to go.
Fish: Liar. You’re not going anywhere, you are eating cereal out of a box.
Collette: I can just stop responding to your texts.
Fish: True, but you won’t.
Collette: Cocky much?
Fish: Yes, and you know this already. So, tell me more about dirty Collette.
Collette: Get your mind out of the gutter.
Fish: You put it in there so spill.
Collette: I’m not telling you shit.
Fish: Please?
Collette: Fine. I’m bored. You’re entertainment. Don’t read into it.
Collette: What do you want to know?
Fish: Are you saying I can ask anything?
Collette: Yes, only if I’m allowed to.
My phone rings, and I look down to see Fish’s name.
“Why are you calling me?”
“My fingers were getting sore from typing.”
“Guess Reddit was wrong then, you don’t have magic fingers.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret saying them.
Fish bursts out laughing. “My fingers work their magic when I want them to.”
“Guess they’re overworked from last night.” Again, I can’t believe what I am saying.
“Collette is spicy today.” He chuckles.
“I have a hangover,” I grumble.
“I like hungover Collette, there’s no filter.” He’s not wrong. “Anyway, you said I could ask you a question.”
“Yes.”
“First question is … have you been on a date since arriving in New York?” That is tamer than I thought it would be.
“Nope. I’m in a drought,” I confess as I shovel another handful of cereal into my mouth. This is probably why.