Mike: You asshole!
I laughed harder.
Me: I have no idea what you mean? I simply wanted to return the favor and show you what I’m eating.
Mike: Damn you. Is it good? Juicy? Describe it to me.
I was smiling so wide it was starting to hurt.
Me: It’s juicy and the bacon inside is perfectly crisp. As is the salad.
Mike: *Drooling*
Me: And these fries…
I added a picture of said fries.
Me: Perfectly salted and crisp with a fluffy center.
Mike: I swear this is like porn.
Glad to be alone with my blushing cheeks, I typed out a quick reply before I got too stuck in my head. Mike and porno… nope, not even going there brain.
Me: Want a video? I can add some sensual music to it too?
Mike: Tempting…
Sixmonths later.
Me: He’s still alive!
I sent a pic of Poki looking all cute in his new pot in front of my window.
Mike: And you’re certain it’s not plastic?
Me: Fuck you.
Mike: No, I mean it. Have you checked?
Me: It’s a real cactus! Don’t you think I would’ve known if it was plastic?!
Mike: Not really, no. But good job keeping it alive! Have you remembered to eat yourself?
Me: No comment.
Mike: I thought so.
Me: Did you end up going out with Ivar last night?
Mike had been clubbing with Ivar twice since the first time and I was dying for details that would only make me suffer. I found myselfneeding to know what happened to Mike. Ivar had hooked up each time but Mike never really answered me when I asked about him, which was fair, but also fuckingkilledme.
Mike: No, I was way too tired to spend hours dancing. Besides, Ivar just wants to find someone for the night and then he’ll ditch me anyway. I’d much rather just stay at the hotel and relax.
I did a little happy dance before replying.
Me: Understandable.
Mike: What about you? Do you have time to go out with your new job?