I studied his tall muscular body
covered by a fitted gray sleeveless t-shirt and matching gym shorts.
This was the first time I had seen him without a suit on and I couldn't decide how I liked him better. His hair was casually
slicked back making him look even younger than his thirty years of
age. He sat down putting his blackberry on the table and grabbing a
menu.
“You
look like the blackberry type,” I flirted.
He
peered at me over the top of his menu raising an eyebrow in question.
“And
I hope you plan on explaining what the blackberry type looks like. I
need to know this in case I ever have to go incognito. Can’t
have my damn phone giving me away.”
And
he is Funny!
“Well
you know, the one handed user, so you need a phone with
buttons.” I teased.
This
time he raised both eyebrows and put his menu down.
“Can
I please get clarification on the ‘one handed user’ segment of
that last statement? I don’t want to jump to any conclusions, but
I’m beginning to think that you have a filthy little mind over
there,” he joked.
I
narrowed my eyes in mock anger.
“Excuse
me sir, I believe there is only one filthy mind at this table and it
is not mine.”
He
picked his menu back up.
“The lady doth protest too much
methinks…”
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