“Don’t you have the girl’s number?” I asked Alexei on our way to the airport and chewed on my fries, licking on my fingers for good measure.
“No,” Alexei replied, his hands typing in a rapid pace against the keyboard, and I cackled.
Okay, I take back what I said the other day. He’s not a player. On the contrary, he’s just pathetic.
“Why the hell not? Isn’t it basic initiative for someone to ask the girl’s number when you’re planning to, you know, ask the girl out?” I asked, my disbelief in this caveman growing strong by the minute.
At this rate, I’m not even gonna wonder if I ever find out that the only number he has on his phone is of his mother’s. He can be fun when he likes to. But that’s the thing, he has no life outside of his office.
“I’m not planning on anything.”
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