Dinner ended up being pasta since he had the pantry of a typical guy. She was still full so watched him eat instead feeling a little bit like a creep. “Do you want a picture?” He asked with a smirk when he caught her and she blushed but did not look away.
“I want your number.” She said instead and he grinned.
“You are so bold sometimes. It’s sexy. Fine, since you are so insistent.” He took his phone from his pocket and handed it to her.
“Your password?” She asked and he looked taken aback for a second before reaching for the phone and typing it in, a suspicious blush reddening his ears.
“What?” he asked when she narrowed her eyes at him as he handed it back to her but she shook her head and dialed herself. “What happened to your phone anyway?”
“I dropped it. When I called you the da
