Becker
“How is it?” I asked.
“It’s good. You are a great cook, Becker.” f**k yeah!
“Thanks. If you’d told me that you’re coming and want me to cook dinner, I would stock some groceries.”
“Well, the thing is, you left and only promised you would throw me to your shoulder if I refused.” Damn right.
“Oh, and one more thing, I don’t know your number.”
“Oh, right. Well, you never ask.”
“Will you give it to me?”
“Do you want it?”
“Yes,” I unashamedly said. Pulling out mine, I put it closer to her. “Store it.”
She shook her head. “You are indeed arrogant and no shame,” she murmured but still grabbed my phone.
I took it back after she saved her number. “Thank you.” I dialed her number immediately. Her phone immediately chimed.
“Sheesh. You don’t trust me at all.”
“Oh, I trust you,
